How the Tiger got her Stripes

I’m how your daughter
Breathes at night.
I’m her roar, her hurt
Your fight.
I’m all the stars you wish she might:
How your tiger got her stripes.
You’re pushing through that summer haze
To visions meant for later days
She’s clinging to the former ways
I reconcile what she won’t say.
I’m the clarity through your hype
Her 15 seconds of brilliant light.
She’s slicing through your tired plight,
That’s how your tiger got her stripes.