October 7, 2008
By Mylena Gilkes, Queens Village, Queens, NY

Every word, every action
Not one breath belongs to me
Attached to these binds
I yearn to breathe free

You have a certain power
An unfamiliar control
You direct my every movement
My universe you hold

Shoulders weighed down
Under the intense scrutiny of your eyes
Following your every command
Listening as you breathe these lies

Accepting every word
Believing everything you say
How did I end up like this?
How did things turn this way?

But for now I must accept it
And ignore the pain it brings
For I am a mere puppet
And you control the strings

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