In My Mind

They begin to rush over me like the Niagara Falls.
Comparing me to all the other dolls;
Nagging me like a toddler until I surrender all.
Remind me of my “place”; to which I say, “What a disgrace!”
They want me to remain in their plastic ware.
This I’m already fully aware,
Yet I can’t understand their blatant ignorance.
This situation is becoming intolerable; lessening my patience.
I was set free before I was even manufactured.
Their blackened sunrise is still a gird.
There are a million more, and they stand there.
Many think I’m the crazy one for refusing to be hardware.

As I walk down this hallway, I’m scoffed at;
For I’ve proclaimed, “I won’t be a doormat!”
They’ve abused me before, but I’ve learned.
Now, they have begun to see the mural; the tides that have turned.
They try to build a dam to make the rushing water stop.
They interrogate me like a cop.
Pushing to break me until their words I speak,
But this desperate attempt is about to reach its highest peak.

Many still claim that it’s all in my youthful mind.
They say I just need to be redefined.
Figments of my imagination,
They write all about this to cut me down in their constant action.
It’s funny how the winds choose their own direction,
And reality is not always the prettiest attraction.
I’ve known brokenness too well in myself,
But I won’t let it happen again; never will I be place on their bookshelf.
They count the coins, naming my price.
They’re annoying little lice.
There’s no sum of money that I’ll bow to.
The waters have become completely crystal, see-through.

I sit in wonder about all of this they say to dismiss.
The truth behind a princess,
I’ll never forget to analyze both sides.
Both worlds do collide, but I’m taking every challenge in strides.
Maybe this trivial battle raged is in my mind.
The heartache that made headline,
And, the people who aren’t sorry; who pushed me far behind,
But that is where the greatest challenge lays so I won’t be confined in my mind.

©2009 Jo Ann Cook