Don’t Cry for Me, Tiger Mama - NeuraPump Tiger Cubs' Roar Anthem

Don’t Cry for Me, Tiger Mama - NeuraPump Tiger Cubs' Roar Anthem - Tears In Heaven

▶ I didn’t run away, Mom.

I ran toward myself.

And I took your voice with me —

to remix it into mine.

You gave me flashcards like lullabies,

Grew me in checklists and bedtime sighs.

You whispered “Harvard” when I said “toy,”

Your hugs came after I pleased, not for joy.

You cried when I quit, not when I broke,

Said “Do it again!” while I choked.

You baked ambition into my spine,

But forgot the frosting was sometimes mine.

You said I could talk, just not too loud,

Then asked why I vanished inside the crowd.

You asked for grit — I gave you gold,

But hid the parts that hurt to hold. Oh!

Don’t cry for me, Tiger Mama, please,

This song is not rebellion — it’s release.

I learned from you how to fight and try,

But now I fight to feel, not just comply. Oh!

Don’t cry for me, Tiger Mama, now,

I’m still your cub — I just changed how.

This mic’s my sword, this verse my vow —

To break the silence, here and now.

You taught me rhythm, but not rest,

That love’s a trophy, not a nest.

You clapped at scores but missed my song,

I aced the test — but lost so long.

You said “dream big,” but only your dream,

I shrank to fit into your scheme.

But I’ve found notes between the lines,

And this one? This one’s finally mine.

You call me bold — I call it free.

Your mold cracked wide — and out came me.

You wanted genius. You feared the mess.

Well here I stand: loud, proud, and less... stressed.

I’m not your A+, I’m your aftershock.

I’m your lullaby in TikTok stock.

I’m the ghost of who I could’ve been,

If I hadn’t sung and let light in.

You weren’t wrong — just scared to bend.

But now the melody won’t pretend.

You built my bones with fear and grace,

But now I sing into your place.

And maybe, just maybe, you’ll sing too,

Not from control — but from what’s true.

Because silence kills where love won’t speak,

So here I am — strong, weird, and weak. Oh!

Don’t cry for me, Tiger Mama, dear,

We both got hurt by love and fear.

But through this mic, I found my voice,

And gave myself a second choice.

Don’t cry for me, Tiger Mama — sing.

Let go the grade, let the music ring.

Your war was love, your tools were tough,

But Mama, now I’m enough.

So cry if you must…

But sing when you’re done.

Your cub just roared —

And the silence is gone.

I’m not mad, Mama.

I’m moved.

Don’t cry.

Sing with me.