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Vixen was sitting in her college English class as her professor had them review famous poets throughout the age. Then he asked everyone to turn in their poems, which was the assignment he gave last week. Vixen hoped her poem, a tribute to herself, wouldn't give away the truth about her heritage.
But the professor had asked them to write from the heart, which she'd done. She did also pray it would give her a good grade. Seeing how this would make or break what her final grave was. And she didn't want to disappoint her family by failing a class. Since her father, Goliath, was an avid bibliophile, she hated letting him down in such a manner.
She glanced one final time at her poem. It read as follows.
"Stone and flesh are one underneath the sun.
But, this young Vixen loves to fly away when the moon comes out to play.
On the winds of yesterday, she couldn't care either way.
To others, her birth was obscene.
Yet she feels honored to be given a gift from a queen.
Time for acceptance, time for a change
Time for the world to be born anew
And no one mind is narrow and full of hate.
Relatively open and full of love.
The world must change to survive the coming danger, night and day.
So shall we pray?"
Taking a deep breath, she turned in and then had to wait a week to determine her grade. A week later, she'd gotten an A on her poem! Plus plenty of praise for its themes and originality! She couldn't wait to show her parents her grade when night descended upon New York again!