my truth is a tiger
it has no need for my defense
when one questions its authority
all I have to do is let it loose
my tiger truth acts on its own
teeth tear through lies like tissue paper
stripes blur when facades flinch
running towards full speed annihilation
of all that is false
my truth is heavy-handed
claws snag on omissions
revealing raw innards
a brutal display of organs
giving you the cold, hard
tiger of truth
easily read in red
orange flames of honesty flicker
into a noir night sky
this illuminated animal
lives deep inside me
About the Creator
Lolly Vieira
Welcome to my writing page where I make sense of all the facets of myself.
I'm an artist of many mediums and strive to know and do better every day.
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