The Tiger
How dare I find the strength to scream
And put my rage upon display -
Bare fangs and claws for all to see
Instead of cower down and pray?
And why shouldn't I be angry
When told how to be and talk and act?
Expected into submission;
Should be dainty and frail - and cracked.
So let me wear my scars as stripes
And let me house the rage I've earned.
Your disapproval spurs my fight,
Wills me watch all the world to burn.
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