Fat Raccoon

Tue, 06/21/2016 - 12:16 -- IV

Little Raccoon. I think you were born too late.

You entered this world on the wrong date.

I feel Scared , Sad, and Angry for you.

You're entering the world that will forever judge you.

Just because you were born with the dark circles around your eyes,

 they'll think you're a criminal in a bad disguise.

Just because you live in the woods, 

they'll think you can't live anywhere else but the woods.

Just because you're born black and white 

they'll misjudge you for a skunk late at night.

Even tho a single smell hasn't touched their nose,

they'll start claiming you smell like this , you smell like that 

that's how part of your story will go.

I ask of you please to beware fo animals that look to do you harm. 

They will be quick to claim that you are the violent one.

Even tho I am Scared, Sad, and Angry for you .

I know you'll be a warrior my fat raccoon.

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country
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donttalktostrangers

Love the message.

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