Tiger’s return

The wind’s blowing through my hair
different in this moment.

Like it’s brushing off
all the dirt of the past
I endured for far too long.

A survivor’s grit.
A fighter’s roar.

The tiger walks this Earth once again
refusing to be swallowed
by anymore fake floors.

I’ve seen my shadows
loud and clear.

The ugly truth dropped me to my knees
and ruptured the very foundation
of everything I thought I was—

along with a goddamn organ.

Yet I’m still standing here.

So shame?
Doesn’t belong in my psyche anymore.

I ditched the hands
of every unwanted perpetrator
down the abyss
that tried to catch me.

Because when that hole tried to swallow me whole?

I jumped OUT of it
with the kinda “fuck you”
so loud
it brought back the one thing
I’d been fighting to reclaim
for YEARS.

Her.

That fearless Brighton rebel.

That girl who walked with power and grace intertwined
while demons hunted her spirit down
before her naivety was ever armoured enough
to survive this world.

She was fire.

But you all crushed her.

The justice system dragged my case for 2 years
just to drop me back into a world
where he still walks free.

Meanwhile fake fucks disappeared
the second Kaj stopped being
the fun popular life of the party
and became a traumatised mess instead.

So I rejected everything.

My body.
My face.
My identity.

Buried myself so deep
I lost the truest thing
this world ever gave me.

Me.

They blamed her
for the crimes committed against her
until the shame got so deep
she started believing them too.

But when that hole opened beneath me?

That terrain felt familiar.

Because I’d already survived
that kind of psychological death
again
and again
and again
since 2019.

So when the Earth tried to take me too?

Something inside me snapped back.

And now?

She’s back in me.

And I finally picked back up
my goddamn mic.

Hey world.

I’m Kaj.

The girl that looked death in the face—

and told it to fuck OFF.