God is my Strength

I LOVED A BULL WHO BELIEVED SHE WERE A LION

I LOVED A BULL WHO BELIEVED SHE
WERE A LION
and I loved my stubborn bull
who roar and shook her head like she had a mane to shake
who could never be a simple prowling lioness
But the king of everything around her
I loved my stubborn bull
who believed it was her claws that kept everyone at bay
and instead it was her horns
claws can be hidden but you can not hide the horns of an angry bull
I loved my stubborn bull
who shook her mane and didn't realize she was shaking her horns into people
"I never hurt you! I don't know what you're talking about."
I loved my stubborn bull
who was surprised when people were bleeding around her
My stubborn bull who never let anyone tell her who she was
I wore red, in hopes that she would see
but her eyes were closed to me
My poor stubborn bull, who I loved whether she was more Lion than bull sometimes
Whether her mane was made out of horns and I could never truly get close enough
I loved a bull who believed she was a lion and if I squint as she stands in the dying sun
I can see the light turn into a mane around her head
And I too believe she is a lion.