cat

Running, jumping, watching, cleaning, that’s what my cat does.
Neighbors feeding her, reprimanding her, me doing nothing.
Me thinking how I am loved by her, she’s been my amazement.
Relaxing, thinking better, feeling open, I am not alone, no longer.
My cat is with me, she’s been my hero, watching me, checking on me.
She kept on coming back to see me, making sure I am not lonely.
My cat makes me feel happy, listened and loved, she deserves a feed.
I will eat for me, but I will also include her.
She’s a cat, she’s a blessing to me.
I will give her food, I will feed her and love her, I feel useful when feeding them.
They needed us to listen to them, I have to keep my door open for my cat to get in.
She’s amazing, colored black and white.
Cleaning herself, asking for food, people listens, I will because I can see myself in her.
She needed someone to pet her and made her feel like she’s not a loner, that she’s got a place in this world we live in.
I will have fun, I am not going to waste my time worrying about nothing.
I will keep my confidence high instead of condolence.
I will smile when I think of my lovely cat playing, eating, jumping, of course sleeping.
I needed somebody with me to keep my heart and mind open.
But I have a cat now, I have neighbors who’s also listening.
My cats are the best, they’re my best companionship.
But I am not a cat, not also a dog, neither a pig, I have schedules to attend.
I have to work because I want to have a routine, a schedule, a source of income, a team, a company, as well as a lot of friends to help.

Published by Roselyn

Hi! I'm Roselyn! The first and only daughter of my father. He's a farmer and I am so proud of him for raising me and accepting me as his own. I believe that Broken families are meant to be broken for good. As a product, I always feel in-secured about family coz I think I don't have one and I am left alone; but the truth is, I still have them, they just went separate ways and I just have to accept that and move on. It's my only insecurity, I have no place to call my home coz my parents doesn't have one. They're broken after all. I'm going to make a family and it will start with me.

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