Transforming Poetry

Fairytales

If I'm a pig,
I guess they're the wolves,
Huffing and puffing,
To blow my house in.

If I'm a princess,
I guess they're the tower,
Holding me captive,
Locked deep within.

If I'm a hare,
I guess they're the tortoise,
Beating me easily,
No matter what.

If I'm a knight ,
I guess they're a dragon,
Breathing their fire,
Bright, burning hot.

If I'm a spider,
I guess theyre miss muffet,
Stuffing their faces,
Then running from me.

If I'm lost in the woods,
I guess they're the witches,
Tempting me closer,
Then gobbling with glee.

If I'm a sheep,
I guess they're the master,
Shaving me mercilessly,
Dishing out my wool.

If I'm a bear,
I guess they're goldilocks,
Breaking in, stealing,
Taking me for a fool.

If I'm a mattress,
I guess they're the pea,
Poking me annoyingly,
All through the night.

If I'm a soldier,
I guess they're the king,
Sending me ahead of them,
To die in a fight.

If I'm a beast,
I guess they're the rose,
Smugly dropping petals,
Reminding me of failure.

If I'm a ship,
I guess they're rough seas,
Battering and bruising,
Throwing away my sailors.

If I'm a mouse,
I guess they're the farmers wife,
Ignoring my blindness,
Chopping bits off.

If I'm a bridge,
I guess they're the troll,
Lurking beneath,
To eat all that cross.

If I'm the spout,
I guess they're the spider,
Creeping and crawling,
No matter how I push down.

If I'm a mermaid,
I guess they're the sea witch,
Stealing my voice,
So I cant make a sound.

If I'm a baby,
I guess they're the bow,
Breaking beneath me,
While I try to sleep.

If I'm doctor foster,
I guess they're the puddle,
Tricking me to jump,
Then pulling me deep.

If I'm a girl,
I guess they're the stigma,
"be pretty and thin",
Without makeup or diets.

If I'm a boy,
I guess they're more stigma,
"be macho and hardcore",
Without causing riots.

If I'm a Bible,
I guess they're religious bans,
Burning me up,
Letting no one come near.

If I'm a nation,
I guess they're another,
Waging war for no reason,
Filling innocents with fear.

If I'm the earth,
I guess they're the humans,
Spoiling my body,
Taking me for granted.

And if I'm a person,
I guess they're other people,
Judging and frowning,
With minds disenchanted.

So if I'm just a person,
And you are one too,
Why must we all wrestle,
And make life so tough.

Stop judging other people,
Squinting in distaste,
Let them live their fairy-tale,
Enough is enough.