A doll’s mouth

If I spoke my mind,

Oh how you would despise me. 

You call me a friend and I call you mine

But the truth is harder to find

If you are truly mine, 

My beliefs would not upset you, I find. 

I’ve played the doll

Blink and smile

Let them talk their mouths awhile

While I am shunned in silence, 

My opinion doesn’t matter 

Unless it’s theirs. 

So an old lady asked me why

I never have an opinion of my own

I smiled and laughed with a shrug.

You don’t want to hear my opinion

You want a pair of ears

Someone to kick

But I let them kick me,

I let them pull my strings,

Try to sew their seeds inside my fabric,

It doesn’t work. 

If I was a doll that could talk

Oh, what I would say. 

So much that would give you chills. 

Because I don’t choose my morals from the media. 

Oops, did I say that aloud? 

My bad.

So much I would say if I had the guts. 

But I want to be loved, 

So I let them dig their needle into my lips–

Sewing it shut. 

But I’m tired of that

So

Let the stuffing fly

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Greetings, minasan from Japan! Yep, that’s right, she’s finally living it up here– but mostly studying Japanese haha! Hope you liked my poem, and if you didn’t, too bad for you. Sorry sorry, just trying to assert myself more. I feel like I’ve lost myself drowned in other people beliefs, not allowed to express my own, so now I want to do that, and If I lose half my friends, they weren’t real friends to begin with . Stay cool cats, kekekekekeke

Superheros get Old

Hey mina! Hope you are all well! This poem is dedicated to my parents. It’s kind of scary watching them get older, but that’s just the surface. ^^ Something has always lived in them that makes them a hero no matter how old they get. A soul of God’s light, strength, and kindness. Enjoy the poem!

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Superheroes get Old

 

Superheros can’t help with math equations

 

because superheroes are only human.

 

Sure, 2 plus 2 isn’t “Joker Gas Day” in difficulty

 

but they still can’t solve the equation I show them..

 

Unfortunately, I’m an adult, which brings the worst equations.

 

Many people would take Penguin over a Monday, any week.

 

No, the equation is something teachers don’t teach.

 

What am I talking about?

 

I’m a superhero,

 

I’m not scared of villains

 

I’m not afraid to break my bones

 

I’m not frightened to take off my mask

 

but something shakes my nerves like a meteor.

 

Ok. Here it is.

 

I have two mentors who train me

 

when I was a kid, I would hide behind them

 

they taught me how to step into the world

 

how to stare evil in the eye until it backs down

 

how to make my voice heard like a supersonic boom.

 

But now I watch as they crumble like dirt

 

cracks crater like wires in their skin

 

the sun has left scars on their faces

 

their legs lose their leaping strength

 

their super-hearing isn’t so super

 

their punches lose their “Blam!”

 

and I realize 

 

Even superheroes get old.

 

But the thing is, I’m learning to not be afraid

 

they are the same heroes that I know 

 

they fight for the same human rights 

 

they laugh in the face of danger

 

they lean on each other when buildings crash all around

 

they never stop moving, never land when flying.

 

Their bodies may not be fit for fighting villains

 

but that doesn’t mean they won’t stop

 

I know them, they will fight until their last breath

 

until what they fight for has been heard

 

until kindness and love return once more

 

because a superhero isn’t all muscles

 

being a superhero is about staying good in a world of evil.

 

That’s why I face the world

 

eyes set on goals bigger than me

 

because I’m not afraid anymore.

 

No. It’s not so scary walking in the dark

 

as long as a light lives on from inside you.

 

We are superheroes.