I slink along the forest floor using my black fur to hide, the black fur that others make fun of me for because isn’t as silky smooth, as fluffy, or as well kept as the others. Everyone except for my friends, that is another thing that others make fun of me for. My choice in friends is not the normal choice, others would choose their own species, others who think, look, and act like them, but I chose those understand me and what I go through every day. It is not common for a fox to be friends with a badger, bunny, owl, or have a boyfriend that is a wolf; but that is me and they are who I chose to be my allies against the world. Life in the burrow is not painless when I have seven sisters, parents that always have to know what is going on and make me feel like I don’t want to be alive, people who constantly look at you with hate in their eyes or the saddest thoughts that could go through a mind. 

I am constantly judged and accused by almost everyone around me. I am called a thief and a liar, people say that I sneak around and that I can’t always be trusted. That is a stereotype for my kind but that is not who I am. Loving, shy, friendly, curious, and an ambivert nature. Yes, at times I can be sassy and have an attitude, but that is also me being social and in contact with others instead of fitting to the stereotype of me being an introvert. Why should I be judged just by looks, stereotypes, or just because of the friends that I have? There is no reason why I should be judged or made to feel like I should just take that one last step over the edge into an endless sleep called death. The frustration is almost unbearable knowing these dilemmas are existent no matter what I wish but that is just how the world is. Our universe is configured to put down black furred foxes just like me who do not look, act, or conform to “normality”. I will still fight conformity and survive with my allies, the question is though, will you?