A Small Fighting Bulldog
Laijon Liu 20140731
I knew a small fighting bulldog when I was a kid
He was timid, proud, lazy and affectionate
but his mama told him the world was rough
and he must train hard and toughen up
so his father disciplined him with a leather belt
the programs they laid on him that he didn’t budge
he had never learned how to win a fight
but he could count beats and hold silence
his little dog house was warm, full of light
that tiny ring swallowed the dark wall corners
every spot was a center stage, anytime
could turn to a training bell ring
his surrender would not end the fight
he shook with fear til it all ended
that poor little bulldog, he loves me
he followed me from China
to America
I pity him, and I try to shake him off
His tearing wide eyes begging for my hug
As my hands caress his scars of old and new
He suddenly bites back and runs to the corner
I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t read,
I couldn’t talk to someone or start a meaningful
relationship
Coz I see him, he wants my love
He shows me how to deal with bossy and bullies
He guides me how to fight
He is still timid, proud, lazy, and affectionate only to me
I love him, but I wish he is dead.
