Just a little poem I wrote in English class I got bored so I wrote this.
I'm a furry.
I'm not ashamed to say.
People are mean to me.
They harass me, teas me, and bark at me.
It doesn't hurt me on the out side.
But eats me up on the inside.
They make me go home and feel like trash.
They make me cry.
I never comment on what they wear, say, or do.
Why should they comment on what I wear?
I keep all my comments about them to myself.
They don't, they're words hurt me.
I don't want to go to school much any more, I wan't to avoid them.
I am now sitting here crying, I don't understand why I get teased.
I don't understand why people fear the "un known."
Furries aren't "un known", most of us are good people.
We just don't like to be teased... no one likes to get teased.
When I wear my tail in public, I get good and bad comments, stares, smirks.
When people come up to me and say: "Your so stupid because you wear a tail!"
I say: "Hi, how are you?"
The look on there face is priceless.
When people look at me meanly, I smile.
But why do I get all upset over harassment at school?
I can put up with it when it's strangers.
But why is school the problem?
I thought school was suppose to be safe.
But I don't feel safe.
When do I get to say enough?
Enough of the harassment, teasing and being barked at?
I feel as though I'm unimportant in the world.
That people won't like me for who I am.
I want a safe haven.
A place where I feel safe.
Because I don't feel safe anywhere.
I'm a furry.
I'm not ashamed to say.
People are mean to me.
They harass me, teas me, and bark at me.
It doesn't hurt me on the out side.
But eats me up on the inside.
Thanks for reading.
-ArticShadow
