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Kids are swinging at the playground;
tagging eachother innocently.
I think because nothing is in their way
they can see what others cannot see.

I have 19 scars
striped up my arm.
People get scared,
but I mean no harm.

A little boy came up to me and said, "You look like a tiger! Raaaawr!"

Then we played tiger tag,
running through the park
and growling all the way.
I swear, I'll never make another mark.

My scars are mine
and I'm not ashamed.
they make me strong,
just like a tiger - tamed.

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