I sit in my tower day after day,
Languid, wishing some mysterious, nameless
Rebel would carry me off, away from this
Boredom I suffer. Of male companionship
I am forlorn.
It is some perverse fate that keeps me
Locked in this cavernous haven.
My father, thinking I am shallow,
constantly reminds me that my worth
is solely based on how fruitful
I should be. The gloss he spreads on
my empty life makes me shudder.
How I long for the life back in the
Classroom, before I understood my
position. I would drown in the rain,
if I could, to forget this ornate cage
that has become my life.
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Written May 19th, 2006
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This is a very creative work. I have used the same metaphor in my work. I love the colorful illustrations. Good luck and keep it up!
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