Learning to scream

Just a mouse of a thing
never a squeak of protest
never a toe out of line
or a tail in the light
meek and quiet
unseen

but I am learning to scream

Not yet a tiger
with a fearsome roar
or deadly claws
or terrible grace and power
still I prefer the quiet life
not ready to be queen

but I am learning to scream

I am not all I've ever wanted to be
but I am more than I've ever been

and I
am learning to scream