My Brick RoadA Poem by DestinyxiEven at 20, my parents are still trying to control my life. Having me live out the lives they've always wanted to live.My Brick Road
I don’t need to be
controlled You can’t treat me
like a doll You can’t place me on
a bed Position my arms Position my legs Tilt my head a certain
way And expect me to stay Looking all pretty
You can’t treat me
like a dog Tell me to sit Tell me to stay Tell me to roll over Put a treat in front
of me And have me not devour
it
You can’t treat me
like a puppet Tug my strings Have me move on your
command Every movement Is because of you
I’ve let you control
me For so many years Now I’m all grown up And I’m ready to make
my own path Walk along my freshly
laid out bricks I can’t have you
breathing down my neck Motioning me in one
direction
That direction That decision Is mine to make Not yours Not his Not hers It’s mine I’ll be damned if you
take that from me
I’m not your doll I’m not your dog I’m not your puppet I’m my own person Deal with it Or close your eyes And pretend your
little girl Isn’t little anymore © 2012 DestinyxiFeatured Review
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Added on July 2, 2012Last Updated on July 2, 2012 AuthorDestinyxiCanadaAboutI'm back after a 10 year hiatus. I write poetry and erotic short stories. Feel free to check out my work 😊 more..Writing
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