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bull headed


There is titanium in my nose

That inspires people to make primal comments

Crude in nature.

Mocked for resembling a beast of force:

A bull in rage.

I am strong

I am durable

I am a passionate creature

with fiery ambitions.

No human stands in my way.

When it comes down to me and my fears

Nothing last eternally.

I resemble brute force

Blinding, destructive, chaotic

My elastic heart will shapeshift before your very eyes

Into a cataclysmic storm.

My horns resemble steel

Quaking the earth in its wake

Treacherous.

I am a force of nature

Charging in the direction of the wind.

This is what freedom looks like:

A beast running rampant

True blue

Naked as it came

Paving the way for no one but myself.

When mom and dad told me I was bullheaded

I never thought it’d be this accurate.

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