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I can’t help myself - it feels too right
As I’m drawn toward the glow of the light
And the driving din of the inner city,
Lured until I, too, am grimy and gritty,
Groomed to fail the test,
No different from the rest,
Because it doesn’t matter what clothes I wear,
The way I clean up with Park Avenue flair.
No.
My sharpened claws remain at the ready - 
Try to clip them and I’ll be long gone.
I’ve come to need them just to hold steady 
And they’re bound to tear through your chiffon.
I’ve done all I can to outrun this skin
As I’ve raced and roamed down these dirty streets - 
It’s time I learned to embrace what’s within 
And make peace with the place where my heart beats,
For once an alley cat, always an alley cat,
Eyes trained, primed to pounce, ripe and ready for combat,
And if I don’t know where I’m going just yet
I know I’ll get there without a bead of sweat,
The darkness hidden where you can’t see
What this wicked life has made of me.