Fierce As TigersA Poem by Victoria PoetryBunny
it's the jungle... we are in that jungle... surviving, survivors, tigers...RAWRRR!
Look at the faces,
look at the ears,
Similarities or not,
Hunting to survive,
surviving from hunters,
making you stronger,
life of a tiger,
tiger falling into life of a human.
Stripes as fingerprints, fingerprints as stripes,
define us, beautify us all, ordinary, unique, our own to hold,
adventurous in our own;
our own bodies,
our own tails wrapped around life,
our own life wrapped around our skin, our fur,
our own eyes, own ears, own mouth...
tasting, feeling, speaking, our voice in the air; amongst it,
beauty like the roar and growl of a tiger, purr of a tiger,
whispers, moans, whimpers, whines, screams, love making;
plainly just noise, amongst the day, isn't at all plain it's something;
it's the jungle... we are in that jungle... surviving, survivors, tigers...
fierce as tigers, loveable as humans, trained... as ourselves.
© 2011 Victoria PoetryBunny
AboutHi, My name is Victoria. I'm 22 from Texas. I'm not that random but at times I guess I can be some. Writers block does get in my way, but I still try and write with it. I love music, i'll give pretty .. more..
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