I know you want me to be black.
I am gray.
A mixture between dark and light.
It’s where I live, like the forest itself,
sunlight and shadow cohabitating.
Sometimes though you have to watch your step.
It can be difficult to live in a world
always hungry for a villain,
instinct versus intelligence.
My money is on instinct all the way.
While I may or may not have threatened some pigs,
chased a basket of goodies along a path,
I never broke any laws.
Consider my actions “food shopping”
like the old ladies at market.
My name is whispered late at night,
come take a walk and hear it,
if you’re not afraid of the dark ….
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