The Black Panther

On a Journey different from all the others

Inside the jungle feeling completely alone

My fur, My skin different from everyone elses

They’re all spotted

Yet I am Black

But my fur feels the same it’s even as soft as theirs

So are we really all that different?

If you have spots, stripes, or prints

You’re the grandeur of the jungle

And all the other animals follow you

No one even wants to be around you if you aren’t spotted, striped, or printed

It’s like they’re prowl and I’m their prey

It’s something I’ve struggled with my entire life

My hope to be accepted has withered away like grass during the winter

It’s so lonely being a solid color

It’s So Lonely being black

It’s SO LONELY being a black panther