BLUE BEAR
RJ Burrell
You say you care because I’m big and you’re little. Why be scared? You look at me differently because I’m a blue bear. You try to solve the problem as if I was the problem, but have you ever just looked at yourself as being the problem? If I am a problem why can’t you solve me? Why can’t you believe that I am in need? Why can’t you see I’m the same as you because I still bleed? Just because i’m not black, or brown it doesn’t mean I don’t have the same way of thinking. You try to trap me with your snares. You better stop poking me because I am a blue grizzly bear. Leave me alone. You know what I ask you is fair. If you keep messing around with me in few minutes, you’ll be food asking me to spare your life. You better shoot them flares, because when I get mad I like to claw you down in pieces till you’ll be the definition of the word tear, poke me again you better say your goodbyes. Prayers send me somewhere else, where I can be alone—oh snap I just realized without my family, I was always alone. But there’s something about this blue bear—he acts like we are kin he tries to be in my life most of the time and acts like he’s my best friend. He wants to be my superior, but acts just like me as if I was looking myself in the mirror. He has my back. He’s always on my case and when someone messes with me he claws down they’re face. I’m on the news a lot because I always pass my reach. But nobody knows I’m selfed-out cause they don’t know you. Look at me as I am one of you, but I’m not the same just like a few. I guess I am the root and all of you are full grown trees and they don’t know about the blue bear because he is inside of me.
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