My bones have been tired,
I was not wired to ask how high
when you say jump,
My emotions have retired into a deep place.
You have sired a master piece,
my puppet-master.
For I have become everything
you have hoped for,
my skin is pristine porcelain,
my eyes hold all my smiles,
my teeth are white with the
pureness of your truth,
you have found the secret to youth.
For I know what it is you do.
You tie strings to the back of my spine,
wire to the crease of my smile,
make a hangman's noose for my willowy neck and cage my voice so that I
am at your beck and call.
I watch through the insides of my eyes,
as you inject words into the chords I sing, watch as they ring out on the stage,
watch as people are amazed by my,
sorry, your beauty.
Yes I have been watching.
And I am convinced that you have underestimated me.
One problem with teaching a puppet
how to think is that she will
only use that skill to escape.
Develop a code where blinking is a cry for help, winking is a plea for freedom,
she will always need more of it.
And even as she waits on you hand and foot,
as she says the words you put in her mouth, she will not forget that you
made it impossible to breathe,
never stop seeing your strings as a cage.
She will wait, and watch and seethe inwardly, and bide her time for the
perfect moment to strike.
Because I was never a puppet,
and your biggest mistake was substituting
my compliance for my humanity.
You see, I am so much more than what you believe me to be.
And no matter how you have controlled me, you have never known me.
SK
