Dalmatian

I feel like a Dalmatian,
With the spots upon my head,
With the curse that was woven into me,
With the itch needing to be fed.

I feel like a Dalmatian,
With my hands behind my back,
With a cone around my neck,
Keeping Trich from getting a snack.

I feel like a Dalmatian,
With a bark so loud and clear,
That is sadly misinterpreted,
By the ones that I hold so dear.

I feel like a Dalmatian,
A dog that will fight her fight,
Whose teeth are sharp and jagged,
A girl who does what’s right.

I feel like a Dalmatian.