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Hesitant to speak
Feeling like my voice was less
To the species I felt unimportant
Watching life from my seat of quiet
Noting my tongue gave to tingling
Realizing there was something more
I was my own restraint
My roar was just as important
And I had to release
Valid are my thoughts
Valuable are my feelings
Churning powerful energy
Recession holds no more power
No more biting of the tongue
No more strain of the stomach
Allowing myself to be loud
And now try to stop me from my roar
Lisa Tomey’s little poemlette about tigers
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