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.
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Author:
Heather Harrisson (
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- Comment from author about the poem: So, just a quick thanks for all your comments, likes, favourites and general encouragement, it all means so much to me! On another note, every now and then my poems seem to post a duplicate copy, not sure why, so if you see two of the same poem, I'm sorry I'll try sort it our as soon as I notice! Thanks again and hope you continue to enjoy my work! Heather.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments4
Wow! Heather, you've certainly expressed your distaste in this rhythmic poem. Yes, there are many people that agree with your message of "Mind your own business, or Live and Let Live."
This is a good poem to post at Christmas time with so many people enjoying meals with friends and family. There's always the one person who spoils the festive mood.
Merry Christmas to you and yours.
Heather,
The last stanza is perfection with which I agree!
I really like the idea of using fairy-tales to convey your message!
Well done! Thank you for sharing!
~Laura~
Great work heather. Really gets the point across using familiar references.
I really do love your poetry it is very detailed yet easy to read and has a deep meaning you have truly mastered the art of expressing ones emotions into words
-sincerely
SorrowfullyHappy / Xavier
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