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Goodbye Tiger

something inside of me tingles pin pricks of excitement a feeling i do not recognize i answer to no one for i am wild being tamed only by the the intentions and expectations of those i love for the first time in so long i am free to love back despite the things you said about them despite the imperfect way they say " Andi don't" I can see the pink yellow and orange in "Andi don't" you are still here but you look different to me now younger and smaller and stranger I see you stomping airplanes i see you tears despite I see it change clouds of chaos clear I am my own superior and I judge myself harshly But I see tickles and i see children laughing and I critique myself a little more kindly I have made improvement ma'am I need from you a raise My bank was robbed for years and years a deposit must be made Oh i deserve it have no fear My hours are longer there are no days off but still i smile anyway still i persevere I am swift and strong and diligent the old organization controls me no longer no one tenses at it footsteps anymore unorganized and disoriented yes I was thrown shocked hurt and almost broken almost broken Almost though - is the least ambivalent word i know Almost means i was not when i could have been oh Aldous what do you know of brave new worlds come here and sit for i have a thing or two tell you I am Alice in Wonderland I am Dorothy and this is the emerald palace I am riding hood this is me kneeling before the wolf And I am telling him he is no longer welcome to gobble up my grandmas and threaten my well being I am Hansel and Grettle - I found the breadcrumbs No longer am i lost I am following them back to family I am Pinocchio and i am finally listening to Jiminey I am reading bed time stories to my kids and I AM NOT SORRY

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