Coyote | MJ|
I am the coyote,
feared but inferior,
not matched to the wolf my superior,
infamous unlike the dog which I feast upon,
drawn out the wood with snares and flares,
fangs and stares from my kin the dog and the wolf,
I didn’t choose to be this way,
deceiving,
fearful,
hasty,
resilient,
all in one though it breaks me,
to survive in a world that favors one,
and punishes the other,
based off stature and upbringing,
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I wish I could be like the others in this strangling place,
though I sing my piercing cries,
ringing throughout their souls and the concrete strongholds,
I am still here,
without a care I cry to let them know,
that I do not care of any foe,
you take all I hold dear,
my home,
my sustenance,
my rivers,
my friends and family,
yet unlike the wolf who was smothered out by your presence,
I am still here,
killing your livestock,
you hear my shrill cries,
as I rush up on you by surprise.
