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.
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Comments3
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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