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I'M MADE FROM PIECES

Sometimes I smile. Sometimes I cry.

Sometimes I don't. Sometimes I try.

I'm not a dog that does your tricks;
I'm just a girl that gets her kicks,
from being free, cool, and wild,
an advanced-minded flower-child.

Don't come for me for comfort of love,
I'm not your mother or turtle-dove!

I'm that girl that stomps on hearts, my words have aim, like sharpened darts.

My family's broken, my views get spoken, and sometimes I break hearts as tokens;

- to remind you that I'm always near,
to trample on what you hold dear.

I'm a girl made from spare parts,
the summer flings and sassy tarts.

And I'm the bride that's always mean,
I'll do stuff that you've never seen!

Don't think I'm a woman that's stable or whole,
I'm a splintered, fractured, fragile soul.

And if you look straight through my creases,
you'll find out that I'm made from pieces.

-- Warlock Dark Riddle

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The meaning behind the poem:

So, when I was a teenager, living in Pilsen in Chicago - at about 17 to 20, I had these two girlfriends.

I actually did not know then that they were my girlfriends, and it wasn't until almost 3 years later that they actually told me I was their boyfriend.

This was because, despite being intimate with each other, they were essentially my best friends, and we were so close, the relationship, was not of the social norm.

But these two women, were very strong-minded girls.

However, they were from fractured families, and had to deal with a lot of horrible things - things no girl should ever have to endure.

And out of that pain and confusion, came a sort of bad - ass attitude.

This attitude was of a spunky demeanor against society and the media-chickenfeed that what was spoon-fed to the masses.

Back then there was no Goth, just what people called New Wave, and these dark and witchy girls used their intelligence, good looks, and overall street smarts, to avoid predatory men, over zealous psychologists that wanted to lock them in institutions, and just about every hoodlum that wanted to date-rape, use, or in some cases, flat out kill them.

We had gone in and out of jail together, for anything from destruction of property, trespassing, and shoplifting, so it was always a great feeling to reunite after getting released from Cook County.

I learned a lot from their crafty manipulation of society, their never-give-up attitude, and their "Us VS Them" standpoint.

Looking back now, as a 52 year-old man; I can understand that all three of us were certainly mentally unstable, plagued with hereditary mental afflictions, such as bipolar mania, and who knows what else?

But when people are in abusive circumstances, in order to survive and not go completely insane, you have to adopt and invent genuine personas that act as avatars of your formal selves.

Sometimes, these avatars take on the form of new personalities that have the endurance and attitude to cope with afflictions, that your previous persona could not deal with.

I think this is what happened to us, as we slowly evolved into what we are today.

Being thrown from uncaring family to strange family, dragged to jail, and demonized by psychologists that went to fancy colleges and think they could "access" the minds of real people from places that we came from, was in of itself a bundle of abuse, as well.

So for all the people that had somewhat un-normal lives like us, you can honestly say, we were not made by society, like most are - but in fact, we are composed of all the personas, we had to become in order to survive - making us quite literally...made from pieces!

-- Warlock Dark Riddle

Description
I'M MADE FROM PIECES

Sometimes I smile. Sometimes I cry.

Sometimes I don't. Sometimes I try.

I'm not a dog that does your tricks;
I'm just a girl that gets her kicks,
from being free, cool, and wild,
an advanced-minded flower-child.

Don't come for me for comfort of love,
I'm not your mother or turtle-dove!

I'm that girl that stomps on hearts, my words have aim, like sharpened darts.

My family's broken, my views get spoken, and sometimes I break hearts as tokens;

- to remind you that I'm always near,
to trample on what you hold dear.

I'm a girl made from spare parts,
the summer flings and sassy tarts.

And I'm the bride that's always mean,
I'll do stuff that you've never seen!

Don't think I'm a woman that's stable or whole,
I'm a splintered, fractured, fragile soul.

And if you look straight through my creases,
you'll find out that I'm made from pieces.

-- Warlock Dark Riddle

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The meaning behind the poem:

So, when I was a teenager, living in Pilsen in Chicago - at about 17 to 20, I had these two girlfriends.

I actually did not know then that they were my girlfriends, and it wasn't until almost 3 years later that they actually told me I was their boyfriend.

This was because, despite being intimate with each other, they were essentially my best friends, and we were so close, the relationship, was not of the social norm.

But these two women, were very strong-minded girls.

However, they were from fractured families, and had to deal with a lot of horrible things - things no girl should ever have to endure.

And out of that pain and confusion, came a sort of bad - ass attitude.

This attitude was of a spunky demeanor against society and the media-chickenfeed that what was spoon-fed to the masses.

Back then there was no Goth, just what people called New Wave, and these dark and witchy girls used their intelligence, good looks, and overall street smarts, to avoid predatory men, over zealous psychologists that wanted to lock them in institutions, and just about every hoodlum that wanted to date-rape, use, or in some cases, flat out kill them.

We had gone in and out of jail together, for anything from destruction of property, trespassing, and shoplifting, so it was always a great feeling to reunite after getting released from Cook County.

I learned a lot from their crafty manipulation of society, their never-give-up attitude, and their "Us VS Them" standpoint.

Looking back now, as a 52 year-old man; I can understand that all three of us were certainly mentally unstable, plagued with hereditary mental afflictions, such as bipolar mania, and who knows what else?

But when people are in abusive circumstances, in order to survive and not go completely insane, you have to adopt and invent genuine personas that act as avatars of your formal selves.

Sometimes, these avatars take on the form of new personalities that have the endurance and attitude to cope with afflictions, that your previous persona could not deal with.

I think this is what happened to us, as we slowly evolved into what we are today.

Being thrown from uncaring family to strange family, dragged to jail, and demonized by psychologists that went to fancy colleges and think they could "access" the minds of real people from places that we came from, was in of itself a bundle of abuse, as well.

So for all the people that had somewhat un-normal lives like us, you can honestly say, we were not made by society, like most are - but in fact, we are composed of all the personas, we had to become in order to survive - making us quite literally...made from pieces!

-- Warlock Dark Riddle