She's a puppet with
wide yellow eyes that never
seem to shine.
She's a puppet with a painted red smile
that never looks meaningful.
She's a puppet with a body that
would make anorexics jealous.
She's a puppet with strings
being yanked in different directions by
lustful men.
She's a puppet whose body is marked
in bruises and scars inflicted by men who think
she's beautiful when she's in pain.
She's a puppet who finally decided
she will not be a toy stacked in the back of shelves
waiting to be used again.
She's a puppet who is standing on the roof of a building
and she jumps.














Comments
could be improved, but this is one of ur earliest works!
quite amazing for that.
and ur title does not suck. My titles suck. the recent ones have been song lyrics or titles...
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Harmony of screams...Crescendo of dreams...
well, hopefully i will get better in writng poems. *crosses fingers*
haha! maybe i should do that.
and yes, maybe u should
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Harmony of screams...Crescendo of dreams...
yeah, it is a shame. oh well.
Indeed.
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