Teen Ink

   "Go here, and there."

"Do this, and that."

"Arms up,

now down!"

They jerked her

in every direction

like spoiled children

fighting over a

Puppet,



until the strings broke,

and they watched

as she came to life,

stood alone, and

Danced

to a rhythm

that she had

found all for

Herself.



Like a jumbled wooden

Puppet,

now without strings,

they were

Horrified

when she could

act on her own

and choose for

Herself.