A Poem: Tiger

Tiger

I wanted to be a tiger

If we had to choose a career when we were five

I wanted to be a tiger

i wanted to be sleek and deadly 

I wanted to be better at something

But you don't have to choose when you're five

You have to choose when you're sixteen

When you've realized that you can't be a tiger

That the hobbies you've chased thus far aren't going to get you anywhere

As soon as all your dreams are crushed

You choose which one to try for

But I still want to be a tiger

So I ran away from that system

I didn't choose

I pursued my hobbies

And they grew into skills

Skills that I can use

And now I know

I wanted to be a tiger so I could be good at something

And I am

Just not the way they wanted

So aim for being a tiger

Because tigers ignore things in their way

Hey, tiger!

Sick 'em.

---

Jaime