They have such grace.
You don't tame a horse by beating it.
You tame a horse by making it feel safe.
I have so much in common with horses.
I want to run,
Feel safe,
Be free and wandering,
In the company of love and peace.
I've never been one to be afraid.
But I always want to run and avoid.
I've regretted every time I used my horns.
Maybe that is why I suffer.
I'm a bull that aspires to be a horse.
Is it possible that I can be both?
Don't let my unusual strength,
and horns fool you.
Yes, they can hurt without much effort.
But I've no interest in that.
I just want to be.
I'm not a horse,
I never will be.
And though people rarely,
Show love or appreciation,
Even when I most need them,
They always want to use me.
I'm as useful as a creature was ever made to be.
My beauty is mine,
In its magnificence.
Look deep into my big dark eyes.
Can't you see?
I deserve to be loved and wanted.
I was made for it.
It will come to me.
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