What Animals Really Think of Us:

                Dogs: Stupid humans, they think they control my life. They think they can just look down at me with their ooh’s and their ah’s. I’m sick of all the “good doggies”. I have a life to you know, and it’s not just behind a leash. All day long they just sit there and attempt what they call playing. They don’t really love me, no one loves me.

                Cats: Oh, oh, oh, awe….! I love when they pet me. Their so nice, they treat me like royalty. I’m not being held against my will, why would you say that? I can leave whenever I want, as long as they open the door for me. What’s that? Oh, well I could open the door, I just choose not to. What? Okay, fine I admit, it’s like a prison in here! I only get fed when they feed me and sometimes they even give me baths! Help! Get me outa here!

                Birds: Look at those dumb humans down there. They get out there fancy binoculars, so they can see our “majestic beauty”, whatever. They only want to eat us, oh and I even heard that they stick some of us in cages, so they can laugh at us! Go away you big bully; pick on someone your own size!

                Fish: All day long, I just sit here in this tiny, little bowl. How do you think that feels? Not good, I tell you that. My grandmother used to tell me stories, before she went belly up, about a place where the water never ended it was called the ocean or lake, something like that I don’t remember. My people have been in bondage for years, stuck behind tiny glass bowls. Please, let my people go!

Smiles

     My brother’s smile is harsh and foolish, it takes a tone and makes strict out of funny. It’s like a really good candy that’s been sitting in your pocket for a week, you want it but know that it’s not good anymore. My step dads smile is hidden, rarely seen some would say it’s missing. It hides behind a face of force and emotion. It peaks out on rare occasions when with friends with harsher faces. My mom’s smile is sarcastic without meaning, it shows kindness but anger and all at the same time. It can tell you it loves you and throw you aside in the same hour.  My smile is sensitive, it shines through much more than the rest of my family and is easier to coax out from it’s cave, but just as easily disappears in signs of distress, and sadness.

     My sister, my sister’s smile is sunshine on a rainy day, it is love and hate all at the same time, it holds back more than just teeth, but pain, hunger, distress and best of all happiness, many emotions lie behind one little girls lips, it is sweet like lollipops, but bitter like lemons, it is ice cream on a sunny day, melting off her face. Yes, it’s ice cream on a sunny day.

My Name

      In Spanish my name means happy, but it’s not that happy to me. To me my name has too many memories for its years. It has pain, death, injury, but love, and sometimes even hope. I make it happy; or rather the people I’m with make it happy. It represents my mood, joyous and sometimes painful. Pretty, that’s what people say my name is, but Felicia, I don’t think it’s that great. It’s not original or unique, it’s used and old. Boring is what I hear. It’s like perfectly good ice-cream that’s been dropped on a sandy beach. It comes from a woman who represents something fake. A TV star that’s who I’m named after, someone who knows drama, someone who is drama. Is that what I’m to be? My mom says it’s a name to be proud of gorgeous and boastful, but what’s so great about Felicia? I thought it was original, when I was younger and naïve. I assumed I was the only one with a name like that, but doesn’t everyone want to think that? I met a girl named Felicia a few years later, and realized I wasn’t the only one. It’s odd meeting someone with your name, you can’t call them or say there name it just tastes rough and odd in your mouth to call another by your own. But I have learned to accept that my name may not be unique but that doesn’t matter. My name can be tough, and it represents something even tougher. Felicia, it’s like durable rubber, you can do anything you like to it but it will still bounce back.  You can’t fool without fooling yourself, and it is pretty, only as pretty as I let it. My name is joy to some people and joy to me. It is like a nice sunny spring day in the middle of what seems like a never ending snowstorm. It shows me why I keep going, and helps me up when I am down. My name is a joy to my ears, the pain it brings and all.