"...She seemed very simple, as anyone can see.
But from inside, She was a total mystery.
She was hard as iron,
And cold as a snowy night.
Never refusing a challenge,
Winning every match she fight.
She seemed to be heartless,
But she did have a heart.
And it was no less than a caring, golden heart.
Compassion, love and feelings.
People say she don't even know that.
But she tend for a panda,
Who had nothing but a belly of fat.
Those iron fists of justice,
Showed mercy on no one who had a bad will,
Whether they're blind, deaf of mute,
She showed pity on no evil.
But there was a place in her heart,
For the ones who were right.
And to protect those ones,
She refused no fight.
There was something inside her,
That she denied years ago while punching the ironwood trees.
It was called feelings.
Those ironwood trees, who took away her feelings.
Those ironwood trees, who took away her smile.
Those ironwood trees, who made her paws numb,
And gave her the title, 'The Hardcore.'
The hardcore was someone who had nothing sweet or sour.
Someone who feels nothing was known as Hardcore.
When they feel happy, they do not smile.
When they feel sad, they do not cry.
People say that the hardcore doesn't have feelings like you do,
But she said, 'of course, the hardcore can feel too.'
Even after being so hardcore,
There was still something in her,
That was called love.
Love for her valley,
Love for Kung Fu.
Love for her friends,
Love for her master,
And love for a panda.
She never knew who she was,
A student? A daughter? A master? An idol? An alley? A friend?
The only did she know, she was all of them.
She didn't mind if there's anything her name means.
People just used 'Master' to respect her feats.
It was just her kin
That her name mean.
She was a warrior of bravery, honor and courageousness.
And her name was... Master Tigress...''
A/N: Hope you liked it. It's my first poetry.
Please review.