RIGHT OR GREED

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: November 07, 2019

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I ended up a mess

Right from grace

Though I was from grass. 

Hmm! 

 

How nice! 

Mr. Joseph would say. 

Nice was me and 

I was nice. 

 

A beautiful creature

They thought 

But, was I? 

Was I? 

 

Nice threw me 

To them

So they thought 

I was weak. 

 

Do this, do that 

Your this,  your that

Yes,  no

This way that way

 

I hated it

I was not a puppet

I wanted to be the master 

So I suppressed it. 

 

Pain with a smile 

But I was done

Power. Power

Power. 

 

Power would give it 

To me all. 

All I wanted. But

Couldn't save me. 

 

The more they thought 

She's weak. I was smarter 

First and faster. 

I got it all

 

But  I wanted more. 

More and more. 

It became a drug

I would never let go

 

They would bow

And I would breath

Breath it inside 

Like oxygen 

 

I wanted all of them

On my feet. 

Worshiped! 

Yes, worshiped 

 

I could not recognize 

Her neither him. 

Though they had me 

And fought for me

 

I lost blood 

And water

Because I was queen

And they were on my feet. 

 

Just like them, 

I did not know me. 

Was I lost? 

Or was it me? 

 

I became queen 

But was alone.

Oh dear glamorous crown

I have it all.  But me. 


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