Lion Out There

I’m a lion again.

I look in the mirror,

My hair is unbrushed

And my face won’t

hide the smile

that only grows.

Gone from you,

Gone from you forever.

I’m a woman again.

And these wild, technicolor eyes

see right through your beaded curtain.

The street folks think I’m

out of it

But I’m in everything.

No longer sad, no longer sad.

I’m a lion again.