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Once upon a time, in a kingdom far away, There was a beautiful tiger princess. And every prince from near and far Tried their best to win her heart.   The tiger princess was kind and good,
Feirce as a tiger would not be higher when you say higher do n't make it lower  unless if your slower Just not if you were a tiger, a tiger,  atiger.
In the Jungle, there is a mystery of darkness and wonders; There is a war between a mighty beast and a man. They kill for pleasure and for vengeance;
You love them like me, so: You pray, You hope, You donate, You help, You share, But... You hunt,  You kill, You endanger, You skin, You cage. Bright! Bright!
(To the tune of this chorus in Prince Ali repeated:
I'm a tiger.  He's a lion, Or maybe it's a she. Well, I guess it doesn't matter, Because I am better than them, you see?   You may call them the animal kings, And, yes, they're pretty tough,
The heart of a tiger, the lungs of a fish. Know one can be as brave as this the theif in the night turning to an angel at sight, as soon as the darkness hits care for you, like you care for me when times are hard
    Roaming the land of the lost Each color that coats her back, shifts like the wind that vibrates the valleys Her surroundings are blurred by the unfamiliarity
In Yellow and Stripes of Black They did fight for freedom, did they They were considered to be Dirty They were killed, Brothers, Sisters   My Brothers, Sisters They were,
He noticed me and picked up a brush; he is his canvas. He was missing a few stripes and wanted to fill them in. Black streaks fly across the painting; the strokes looked almost skin like.
Stand up and fight, Shy little girl, Meek as a rabbit – Taunted, tortured, and tormented By their words.   Stand up and fight, Glass doll, Pile of shattered shards with
Flawless, a word for gemstones a word for little else imperfect perfect I think those words should be flipped   I am not flawless I have freckles I have stretch marks
Tears roll down my cheek. They wash over my dirty face like a flood in the desert, Whisking away the filth and barrenness, Revealing the rich brown underneath.
Why do I dream to be a Veterinarian, it’s funny that you asked. A Tiger, A Mother. A Hunter Striped orange and white Totally different from a Deer Who is as though appears Inferior
i am the firstborn cub to my mother and father born to complete what they lost in their own life cycles as a reincarnation sent to redeem the regrets nagging behind their sleeping eyelids.
hidden behind Bars
Beat me with your tiger stripesIf I do as you say isWRONGPush me to the starving pointWhen my fear was nearlyGONERake me upI am decaying leavesNever leave me beEnslave me and my siege
Expectation is experience laced with arrogance. I would be lying to you if I told you that I expected this. Because of this, the impact was cushioned by a pathetic surrender to a philosophy of acceptance.
I moved slowly as a tiger searching for prey, Wondering when I have to search for food. Thinking if I can live another day, Hoping that it'll change my mood. The sun opens up; letting me see my way,
He is the storm Clouds softly rolling in. No warning Only what seems to be the wind in the leaves. Then lightning strikes! Faster than reaction Knives reaching Claws and teeth bared.
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