Veterinarian
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Why do I dream to be a Veterinarian, it’s funny that you asked.
A Tiger, A Mother. A Hunter
Striped orange and white
Totally different from a Deer
Who is as though appears Inferior
Being the second born of three Mexican American children, I've been told i was born independent and always had my mind set, knowing what exactly it was that I wanted.
I once knew a little girl
Push around and teased
Who only ever wanted
To help and aid the weak
That girl never could
Fit in with her own kind
But she found that animals
Her job was to help people through helping animals.
She was a veterinarian riddled with headaches.
We were made from the same mold, she said.
An 18 month-old bulldog (still a puppy) came into the clinic.
The scorching Serengeti heat casts a spotlight
Shining on a glorious creature whose life is finite
He enters the land of the stories untold
But he is the hunter whose task is so bold
My dream job is to work somewhere in the tropical areas
like Africa or Australia
Sharing my heart to those wild animals
