Growing Up
I’m no longer a cub
No longer a kid
I don’t take baths in the tub
I am an adult amid
All this confusion
All this illusion
That I can fend for myself
That I can learn for myself
What it is to be free
What it is to be
Responsible for every action
Every chain reaction
That happens for no reason
But every season
I grow stronger
I yearn longer
To become that tigress
I was meant to be
But I digress
Am I ready to see
What this future holds
As this story unfolds
Before my eyes
And I fly high
Higher than you can see
You better believe
No one will look down
On me, look around
I have become the tigress
I was meant to be
I am a success
This is who I am supposed to be
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