Dominique Webb Poet Footle

A Puppet For My Parents Beliefs

Your choice
Your voice. 

I think 
You think. 

This brink
Your drink. 

Now now 
No how?

Punish
If swish. 

Say that 
You’re fat. 

We know 
Follow. 

Mum’s best
Get dressed.

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Sara Kendrick March 15, 2016 at 5:39 AM Interesting work..Sara Sara Kendrick March 15, 2016 at 7:38 AM A large portion of people when in childhood go through the chubby stage but they slim up..Sara Dominique Webb March 15, 2016 at 6:05 AM I can remember the "You're fat" remark.