Why does the tips of my crown
Resemble the bars of this cage
With those outsiders who come
To view me outside of my reign
My fierce and untamed nature
Does not fit with the oppressed
A queen outside of her kingdom
Still does not make her powerless
My roars cannot break the glass
It's echos drive wild and restless
All I can do now is sit and pace
With all this power without an outlet
My sharp claws are nature's daggers
Not enough for this man made surface
I am fed with no need to hunt
I am no longer the primal huntress
I am separated from my kind
With no use for my defences
I learned to live for only those
Who desire my entertainment
Soon my freedom will come
My escape is simply inevitable
I lie in wait as I gather my strength
This cage doesn't define my potential
Apr 4, 2020
Apr 4, 2020 at 2:28 AM UTC
Why does the tips of my crown
Resemble the bars of this cage
With those outsiders who come
To view me outside of my reign
My fierce and untamed nature
Does not fit with the oppressed
A queen outside of her kingdom
Still does not make her powerless
My roars cannot break the glass
It's echos drive wild and restless
All I can do now is sit and pace
With all this power without an outlet
My sharp claws are nature's daggers
Not enough for this man made surface
I am fed with no need to hunt
I am no longer the primal huntress
I am separated from my kind
With no use for my defences
I learned to live for only those
Who desire my entertainment
Soon my freedom will come
My escape is simply inevitable
I lie in wait as I gather my strength
This cage doesn't define my potential
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