I was raised by a tiger
with smooth fur
and sharp claws
always alert
crouching
to the strike of her paws
and the bite of her fangs
shivering
at the roar of her laughter
and the gnashing of teeth
too weak to confront
her tense muscles
and keen scent
soothing her
with sweet words
and ripe fruits
trying to tame her
patting her back
and cleaning her teeth
waiting for her
to lose her teeth,
her strength and fury
but now
I am a tiger myself.

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