Daughter, Rise a Tigress

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"Rise like the storm within your soul,Unyielding, wild, and fiercely whole.The world may whisper, doubt, and fear but you are fire, born to steer."

Daughter, Rise a Tigress

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You were not raised on dreams alone,

But on the truth of cracking earth;

On monsoons late, on silent waits,

On lives not measured much in books-

But acres, debts, and patient breath.

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You watched your father read the sky

Like sacred lines no school could teach;

Clouds heavy with unspoken fate,

Rain held just beyond your reach.

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No one named it learning then-

Yet still, you learned what must be known:

That survival writes its own fierce code,

That strength takes root in silent stone.

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They may speak soft and lower dreams,

And offer you a smaller frame;

But do not yield to borrowed lines-

You were not made to live that way.

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Beyond the edge of what is drawn,

There waits a call both wild and sure;

For you are shaped of soil and storm,

A force that rises to endure.

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Seek out the doors that will not close,

Hold fast to hands that will not leave;

And never trust a voice that says,

“This is enough;no more to seek.”

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If chance appears, though faint and brief,

A flicker in the shadowed air-

Do not step lightly through that fire.

Rise, as the earth has taught you,dare.

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Not soft, not slow, not bound by doubt,

But fierce with all you’ve lived and known;

A tigress is not simply born-

She claims the strength she’s always grown.

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Carry the scent of earth within

Through halls of paper, power, rule;

Let not the fields fade from your breath

When you begin to shape the world.

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For you will stand where choices form,

Where unseen lives are drawn in lines;

And you must read what others miss-

The quiet truth between the signs.

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You do not walk this path alone;

Behind you rise the fierce, the strong-

Girls who have counted life in rain,

Who learned to wait and now move on.

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So hear me now,do not grow still.

The world will test the fire in you.

Step after step, hold fast your ground.

My daughter,rise, and be the tigress!

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