cackling laughter fills the childs mind,
shes a puppet on a string, with all her
barbies and toys, shes daddyies lttle
girl, when hes mean and drunk, shes a
picture in his office, that dosent move
or speak.
I didn't somehow see it as a molested child- more as the dual personalities that people force others to conform to. Nothing but a picture- nothing but a child.. not at all a person. It's in the way its read, I suppose..
this is for my sister who tried to fight a father, who was sick, and needed a a good kicking in the...........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I noticed you state you are a guitarist before poet and I always hear your words to song. Short sentences. Alot of impact with a little bit of words. You must be able to play and sing at the same time and anyone who plays knows it's a talent to do so. Great poem, gave it a 10.