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Fat Raccoon


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.

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Born in Boston lived in Dorchester and Brockton. I've been writing poems in a way of raps . I've been writing since I was in middle school I would write how I felt or imagine who I would want to be when I become older and I'd just write about it.

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donttalktostrangers
<p>Love the message.</p>

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