Why
I am a tiger, Proud and fierce, With flashing claws and teeth. I do not know fear of the fight, just the thrill. Bruises and torn skin blood and breaks. They are oxygen. I am a fox Cunning and guileful, With swift mind and sharp tongue Your wits are a puzzle, meant for amusement. Angry words and disagreements retorts and rebuffs. They are nourishment
I am a a wild beast Free and brave and unafraid. I do not need your protection from that which I live for. I am feared. I am scorned. And you let them put me in a cage. You let them reduce me. Take away my worth. And you take credit for it.
You let them take my teeth, my claws my guile and cunning. You let them take it away and leave me bleeding from attacks I never learned to fight. My teeth pulled, my claws cut off, and my mind silenced. You leave me confused and hurt. You said you'd protect me. You said you would be there for me.
Why?