Child Puppet

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I feel them 

The threads that bind me

Like a marionette 

A fancy puppet

 

Shiny hair

Porcelain skin

Glassy eyes

Shakey limbs

 

The strings 

They pull me

This way and that

What choice have I?

 

They don't ask what I want

They don't care

I am bound to them

And must do as they bid

 

First towards medicine

Then towards law

One yanks toward Ivy

The other towards State

 

These chords have always bound me

And they have names

I call one mom

And the other dad

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