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Who I Am
I am a writer.
 
 I want to smile,
 But tears slip instead. 
 I see myself within
 The craters of the moon,
 A reflection of light,
 And a trick to the eye.
 
 I am the tiger feared by most,
 Marked with black;
 Not pure like the dear
 Grazing silently on the plains,
 Enjoying the life of spring;
 Graceful and delicate,
 Warm and elegant. 
 
 They're nothing like me,
 Oh, nothing like me. 
 
 Don’t compare me to daisies,
 For I am sharp with thorns of a rose.
 Don’t say I’m like radiant sunshine,
 For I cower in the shadows of night. 
 Don’t match my paws
 To those of a beautiful,
 Rosy cheeked girl,
 But please
 See my potential. 
 Shine your love into each
 Of my golden eyes.
 Glimpse at me, and allow
 A grin to spread across 
 Your hopeful lips. 
 
 Watch me pounce,
 Though I do not relate to the agile deer. 
 Watch me capture the Earth
 Within outstretched claws,
 As raindrops glide from their edge.
 I carry a heart
 That can be shattered
 With just one shutter of a storm;
 A flimsy piece of creation.  
 
 Hear my growls 
 Echo throughout the land
 As the wind tries to silence
 My thunder,
 Yet my voice grows stronger
 As time stumbles by. 
 
 Watch as each stripe is replaced
 With glimmering stars,
 Each gleaming through a violet sky;
 The sky a synonym for life itself, 
 A canvas for the twilight. 
 
 Watch as these words
 Become my smile,
 And then 
 Watch me write.
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