Somewhere I shed that dry skin of inferiority
Realized I had fangs, a tail that moved me better than a body
I wonder if I’re to meet a bear
A beast of fur and size
Would I forget
I’m no longer bound by the skin I wore before
Over dirt between the boulders
I am cunning and I am sly
It is not feet on the ground or how many feet above
I tower in my means
My strength, if not my hands
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