Tiger
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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!
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.
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.
