Puppet’s Dream

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A Poem by Allana Alberto

My makers did not want me

But they tied me these strings



Said I could do wonderful things

They taught me how to dance

They taught me how to sing

I am their little plaything



As they pull the string

I am not like the others

Creatures that roam free

I am delicate yet precious 

I was made from a tree

Without the strings I would not be alive

But I never was to begin with

I can never eat, I can never breathe

I can never walk, I can never flee

I was never free

But I want to be 

 



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