Geena Davis

A Poem by Cahjli Symes

Woken up with they're eyes closed
In a doll house
With they're mind blown

Just puppets with used strings
The dust float
Plastic pops

The house drops
The floor shakes
They want more
Plastic breaks

Mind over matter
Control from a master
A toy to disaster
As life never matters

They take away they're joy
To use them like a toy
They color in they're eyes
With the toys being blind

They take away they're body
Stiping they're clothes off as a hobby, with a mind in a trance with resistance to morality

By the sea, the glue breaks
The joints snap
No heart beat

The boys take away the minds of the toys just for joy

As life is just a spectrum manifested in a void