Allusion Poem- Final

Can I do anything right?

Bring honor to the family name?

Nothing.

Hopeless.

Shame.

That's what I feel

When you yell my name

I cannot be that flawless Japanese doll

I cannot be the perfect bride

Just disappointment would come

Only if I tried

I’m sorry

But not

I cannot change who I was made to be.

The katana slices through my hair

A final step from trying to be

The perfect girl

To go against the standards of the world

The impracticable things I do,

I do for you

For as long as you're fine

It doesn't really matter

This body of mine

But then I realize

Maybe I do it for me

Does the pressure of the weights

Drag me down

Or help pull me up higher

To feel of worth

And not just dirt?

Now I sit atop the beam so narrow

As the champion

Who finally reached the arrow.

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Allusion Poem-DRAFT

Can she do anything right?
Bring honor to the family name?
Nothing.
Hopeless.
Shame.
That's what she feels
When you yell her name

She cannot be that good little girl
She cannot be the perfect bride
Just dissapointment would come
Only if one tried

She's sorry
But not
I cannot change who I was made to be.

The edge of the sword slices through her hair
A final step from trying to be
The perfect girl
To go against the standards of the world

The impracticable things she does,
She do for you
For as long as you're fine
It doesn't really matter
that soul of mine

But then she realizes
Maybe she does it for her

Does the pressure of the weights
Drag her down
Or pull her up higher
To feel of worth
And not just dirt?

Now she sits atop the beam so narrow
As the champion
that finally reached the arrow.