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Product
I am a product of years on end
Of a soul who sees, since birth
That only hurting, fear and thoughts
Are things that hold some worth.
Demons shouted
My mind shouted
Angels shouted too,
And in my piles of junk and stuff
I wanted something new.
I wanted nails, blades and screws
To mend my soul alone
And make myself a guaranteed
Product of my own.
Of a soul who sees, since birth
That only hurting, fear and thoughts
Are things that hold some worth.
Demons shouted
My mind shouted
Angels shouted too,
And in my piles of junk and stuff
I wanted something new.
I wanted nails, blades and screws
To mend my soul alone
And make myself a guaranteed
Product of my own.
Published 9th Jun 2013
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9th Jun 2013 2:36pm
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9th Jan 2018 6:47pm
A short, yet effective way of portraying how we are molded by our families and the society to become someone we don't necessarily want to be. We all have a desire to become our own person, as you've highlighted in the last verse. Your poem reminds me of a quote by Danielle Laporte: "Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?"
Well done!
Well done!
