Born of the Tigress Mother

Born of the Tigress

Born a child to a tigress mother,

Wrapped in warmth, like no other.

Eyes like fire, heart so wide,

Strength and stillness, sometimes wild.

In her roar, I heard my name,

Not in anger, not in shame.

Just a call, both wild and true,

Saying, Little one, I love you.

Fur like flames and claws so bright,

She stood guard throughout the night.

Every shadow, every sound,

Met her gaze,a none dared come ’round.

She taught me how to stand my ground,

Feet held firm, with silence crowned.

Not all battles need a shout,

Sometimes quiet holds more clout.

I learned to grow, both soft and fierce,

To trust my voice, to let it pierce.

Even when the world looked cold,

I had mother there, fierce ten fold.

She told me, “Bravery’s not loud.

It walks alone, it’s not the crowd.”

So I stepped through storm and flame,

Never lost, just earned my name.

Now I rise, her child still,

With gentle hands and iron will.

Born of stripes and fearless eyes,

Under neon-shadowed skies.

That’s my mother a woman

With the Courage of a tiger,

Hurt till she stood up

And hurt no more.

Fierce and thunder

Men Don’t take her under.

The strength of a tiger wild

She learned, like me, from a child.

Now you see me, like my mother:

Put me in a corner I never go under

Like my mother Watch me roar.