Because I sympathized with animals...
Me trying to condense my reason for identifying as a furry.
This thing came to pass where I was envious.
This thing came to pass where I thought I was not free.
This thing came to pass where I saw people were not free.
I perceived there to be some great shame, was I wrong?
I was ashamed of my own desire.
Is my envy misplaced?
Someone told me I'm not so different.
Yet why do I pine for physical difference?
I am thirsty for physical sensation -- my body's alteration.
Have I been fooled?
Pragmatism it may not be,
But can desires ever be wrong?
Must all passions be logical, and not aesthetic?
If I desire for another, must it be of my own?
Deep, and flirtatious physical envy,
And a thirst for return to naivety, primitive reality--
And damned, again, the wild sexuality!
This thing came to pass where I raised my hands,
Imagined paws, and said "fie, I'm done with it,"
"String me up and call me a fox in robes."
And then I dreamed that maybe fox-faced people wouldn't judge.