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Nov 2014
I feel trapped
Closed in
To what I thought was fun, friendly, exciting
It looked so enticing
Now I see
What it has come to be
What I have come to be

I am a prisoner
A prisoner tied with fancy gold chains
Buried in layers of powder
Choked with floral perfume

I am a prisoner
A prisoner beaten by loud vibrations
Blinded by dancing lights
Poisoned with mystery concoctions

Who am I
Is unrecognizable
Masked with false treasures
A prisoner to this world
the topic we were given was about unfree young women and this is what came to mind
Marie Ellen Grace
Written by
Marie Ellen Grace  The Philippines
(The Philippines)   
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