Meet Carly, a white galga in the perrera for killing. Saved and now with 112carlotagalgos.
Carly.
I wish I could explain
to you the pain
I feel when I looked at you.
The fear it runs right through my bones,
chills me through to my very soul.
The look of hate you gazed at me,
it shot me down for I'm the clown.
I ran for you, I did my best
but I guess I didn't pass the test.
You hit me rough, you dragged me bad
and to my core I feel so sad.
Ashamed to be the galga I am,
I know not how to say I CAN.
You pushed and pulled and hurt me so,
I don't know now how to let go.
But find myself in arms to warm,
it's strange from death that did me call.
I made it here, I did, I did,
I don't know how but I'm alive now.
Charl she says, just take my time,
it's an odd feeling, it feels so kind.
Something new, something gold
something of my very own.
She says she's there to catch my fall,
and her voice is there, I hear her call.
It's different here for I CAN be,
and I'm learning just how to be a new me.
by Charl del Rio
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