Faulty factory toys are fun to use, at first Blue eyed girl with the white blonde curls From dads side of the family They coo at her Before she learns to walk And talk And talk And talk When they built her in the baby factory They must've forgot the little red button The one that says "Shut up for one single solitary ******* second and let someone else speak" She doesn't pause to allow the other person the liberty to flit words through the air like songbirds Instead hers land like pheasants Shot in the skull Trickling out opinions that were never asked for With the brain fluid.
She's got a lot of them too Opinions And they're all right She knows everything there is to know At seventeen as well What a prodigy, she thinks What a nuisance, say the wise men What a delusional idiot What A Bore into her skull and all you'll see Behind the kind eyes and philosophy Is a witch Entranced by the enchantment Of her own voice A selfish ******* Who buys her birthday presents at the last minute.
At least the parents got to have a test drive A prototype So they knew what to do right this time Factor out whatever it was The ingredients with the sell by date That made this thing so near to right But odd enough to be 'not quite'. This time make one that's not lazy That's not selfish That doesn't want to be a ******* artist That lets others speak That can contribute and participate Not sit on the sidelines Heading for burnout Heading for disaster-
Uncheck the box this time that says Sordid mind That says Can't reply to texts Even when friends are on the edge of suicide, For ***** sake. Tick the box that unveils the beauty of humanity Fix it's eyes Teach her to see these sacks of meat The way others do The way you're supposed to Instead of like puzzles or pictures or packaging for a soul Create a person not afraid Of making mistakes that can make her own decisions This time make a mind That can jump through the hoops Society left behind Fix her this time Don't make another freak On the fringes Never quite fitting in
And the funny thing is Even after this ******* perfect kid Comes along and shows that blue eyed blonde-haired girl Just how to do it She's an old ***** No use teaching her new tricks She'll shut out little miss pretty perfect project two point oh She can't seem to help it She thinks the best company in the world is her head Her head?! Have you seen it It's barbed wire and sunshine It’s a rose choked by thorns Do not touch her- She will make you bleed.
This is a poem I wrote when I was in a really dark place, which is paired by a poem I wrote later on which was a much more positive self-reflection. The original ending was 'I'm a poor older sister and I am not a good daughter', but I felt that was too personal, so I changed it to be much more visual. This is a slam poem that I performed in the final of UniSlam 2017, where my team came fourth in the country!