I love my family and love to support them. So when my little cousin, Shawnynce Sutton, sent me a copy of a poem/story she wrote for English class, I just HAD to share it with you all. Her assignment was to write from the perspective of an animal. She chose to write from the point of view of a wolf that is out hunting a deer for food with her husband. As they are enjoying their meal, they become the hunted and tragedy ensues. Although this is a piece about wolves, she was motivated by a desire to write a story describing Black lives in American. I think she did that very well. So without further ado, here is her piece:
The Wolf In The Woods
Where I stand you fear
Even in the light, you can’t see me here
Look into my eyes and see the hidden stories locked inside my mind,
Not being in ones reach, you turn to follow me,
Hoping to capture what will soon be seen, and cherished memories that will soon be dreams.
Mouth open; No words comes out,
Just quick gasps of air, I’m all drawn out,
No time to waste the sun’s going down,
He looks at me as our plan plays out.
Determination in our eyes we both crouch down,
Eyes locked on the target, we both stay down,
One wrong move and we will both miss out,
Waiting patiently as the time runs out,
A couple steps closer and we’ll take her down,
Jumping forward her leg now in my mouth,
Latching down, my role was to pull her down,
Rushing over his duty was to take her out,
Biting down his teeth punctured her neck, cutting off her air supply,
You can see the life draining from her eyes.
Her body now cold we tore into her side.
But, our dinner was cut short interrupted by a fatal cry.
The air became still, worry filled my eyes.
A couple minutes went by,
Revealing himself to me to show everything was alright,
He touch my cheek as he brushed up against me,
The warmth of this touch stumbled down to my feet,
The only feeling that really soothes me,
But then the sound of gunshots shattered my ear,
We split up running in fear,
I was hit and the sound of my cry he heard in tears.
He took my side not letting them come near.
But then he charged and they shoot, killing him right there.
In front of my eyes they killed my love and left him there.
Putting me behind bars just to contain me.
You say you’re a free country but have yet to free me.
From what sin?
Standing there or fearing me?
-Shawnyce Sutton
