Beautiful, sweet, adorable, and loving.
But only as a baby.
Until I start walking, talking, and thinking on my own.
About what I am capable of, what my mind can do.
This jungle called the U.S. is no place for a racoon like me.
I have to survive.
But the other creatures here don’t always want to help me.
Some want to hurt or even damage who I am.
But some love, nurture, and help me learn until I decide for myself.
I’ve seen what happens here and I want better for others around me and after me.
I want to leave but at the same time I stay not because I’m stuck but because I’m not alone.
And even if I was alone, the only thing keeping me here is myself.’
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