Growing Up Trapped Poem by Vianka Polis

The physical embodiment of being entrapped inside the trenches of the four walls became a regular
Adult 'parent' figures turn into mentally insane driven creatures
Rebellion turned into a mental must
Sneaking out of windows and lying over the phone
Losing sight of a clear eye view
Apprehension of harmful habits
Crazy talk and spinning heads fog up
Daddy's girl profanely disrespects the living hell out of his breathing mind and body
Daddy looks at his baby seeing she lost the innocence in her eyes
Her soul was drained showing no empathy or emotion
Mommy wishing she knew why her own blood couldn't stand to breathe the same air
They realized they couldn't stop her from desiring what she wanted
When baby wanted something it became a fixed must
They couldn't stop her anymore
The more they pleaded to end it the more she lusted a lifestyle of freedom
She sold her soul to the temptation of viability