Puppetry

He pulled

My brown locks

With tiny fists.

You said,

“It’s just playful banter.”

He threw

Water balloons

As I stepped out

In crisp white.

You said,

“It was an accident.”

He danced

A step too close.

You said,

“It was the alcohol.”

He whistled

Slurs in clans.

You said,

“Just ignore.”

He appeared

In every alley.

You said,

“Don’t go out alone.”

He ripped

My red dress.

You said,

“Forget about it.”

He imprinted

My body

With blue and black.

You said,

“It’ll pass.”

And with every excuse,

You teach

Shes to be

Puppet dolls,

And hes

To be

Puppeteers.

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