Hailey Flores, Writer

To those who saw me
They would call me Marionette
For I was a puppet
Your puppet
To be in control
To be told what to do
To follow your rules
Strings that hold me in place
But not anymore
No more strings attached
I am no longer in your control
You don’t hold me in the dark no more
I now dance for myself
Yes I am a puppet
A puppet that is free to do what she wants