White or maybe Black

ropes

This was the first poem I wrote .

I was about 13 I guess and I had completely forgotten about it till I found it today by chance ..

Here we go ..

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I remember that time ..

When a doll was born..

She had the most beautiful eyes

And her hair too long

She was quiet .. too quiet .

Like a sweet night song .

* * *

The first day to school ..
She is excited to go ..

But her mother comes around ..
And tie her with a rope

"What is this mom ?!"
" this is for you to not get lost "

* * *

Days passed and the doll grew up ..
The rope is too tight

She tells her mother..
But her moher starts a fight

She says : " mum , I'm suffering "
                   " mum , I hurting "
                  "Please , mum , I'm scared "

* * *

He doll keeps getting bigger. .
But the rope is still holding her back

She crys out in fear ..
Her mother won't  answer her back

And she just pull the rope ..

* * *

The doll is on the floor .. bleeding
And she hardly keeps on .. breathing

She finds her self alone with her tears ..
And nothing more can make her fear ..

* * *

The mother is so sad ..
She wants to hold the doll tight

She pulls the rope again ..
But nothing was on the other side ..

*****
The doll stands up free and says

"Mum , I'm suffering , hurting but
I'm not scared anymore "