In the jungle of nowhere
She’s tied up to her fears
Hair strangle around her neck
Tears fall off her regretful eyes
Saltine rubs on her wounds
Painted on her scared innocence
Bruised by the merciless world
Left alone in the middle of the forest
Where winds of shame swirl around
Heart broken into colorless vapors
Tied up to the rules of the jungle
Where she finds no place
But only a robot mechanics is her chance
If she wants to break free into the hands of everyone
For she’s a teenager, not allowed to breathe
…she has no identity
Daddy’s little girl made for the puppet show
Driven to bruises world refuses to see
Hurt she bottles in her bleeding heart
Mind plays million tricks on her
Kismet echoes her untold story
But only for her ears to hear
She’s a teenager a puppet of her family
Built to live her parent’s dreams
And bow down on her bruised knees
Before the military of the world
She’s a teenager; she’s got no identity…
Author notes
When I'd worked with troubled kids, all I saw & learned that all they wanted was someone to listen to and ask them what their hearts wanted... I am the luckiest kid on this earth to have my dad treat me like a true queen - who has her own identity and still is a part of the family. I hope, pray and wish for every kid to have the family & dad like mine then there wouldn't be troubled kids in this world... just listen to them and treat them with respect... we give birth to them that doesn't make them our property, it's the magic we create that has its own personality.
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A contest entry
- PIcture Prompt (whatever you take the pic as) by xXDarkChildXx.
1200 points, ended July 8, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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strong and honest words that sting a little as you read them, keep it flowing and good luck in the contest, i think you did a fantastic job here.
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Wow, such powerful words.
Such a powerful meaning.
Good job!
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Awesome work here
So true are your words for in their world they wee never given the gentle love actually no love at all and when they find this gentle place athat takes to time to listen to them they start talking and cant stop for they fear it will never come again their way .
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Oh, I love how you took this picture. It truly was lovely. I love this stanza "Daddy's little girl made for the puppet show, Driven to bruises world refuses to see, hurt she bottles in her bleeding heart, mind plays million tricks on her, kismet echoes her untold story, but only for her ears to hear" So lovely. Thanks for entering the contest! sunshinegirl... yes you are lucky! I have to pick from all these WONDERFUL poems... haha Good luck in the contest! Keep on writing, until you can't no more!
xXDCXx
~Make Peace, Not War~
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How true hon!!! This is the second one I have read in this contest, and I have to say, I am sooooo glad I am NOT the judge
They are both fantastic!!!
Best of luck in this contest!!
and love
Nyetta
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