SWEETEST GIRL

Cuts and bruises, you could see

In her eyes, like blood painted windows

Suppressed tears, recurring time and time again

She used to be the sweetest girl they say

Mutilated by a familiar curse

Like the one that drowned smeagol

Drowned like metal in a forge

Hers is the dreaded curse

She smiled like a depraved fiend

Again and again, hoping she would die

Somehow, her wish remains unheard

Her heart, reconfigured and subdued

She feigned a smile

She reveals no pain to quizzes

She sends away many

One a Sam; the other a Frodo

Her curse keeps her saying

My precious, my precious.

Continuous as an ambivalent desire

Her curse keeps her down

She used to be the sweetest girl

She had had dreams

Ones the jealousy of all

Ones that kept her up at night

Now all they tell her.

All they call her

The renegade beauty

They tell her— we own you

Mordor fears still

They remind her

Like they fear a liberation

Knowing the fire burns underneath nonetheless.

This curse

All too popular

Owned by millions

Fought by a few.