Write a poem

Did you ever have to write haikus in elementary school?

I used to love this exercise, it was so fun playing with a standard recipe but filling it with your own words and thoughts—always found it so much easier than a rhyme.

Some of my poetry was even published in our local newspaper—I was particularly proud of this piece:

The Doll
Caitlin Teed, Grade 12

Who put me here in this cliché?
A plastic world is all I see.
It hurts me to remain this way,
And I despise not being free.

This flawless body is not me.
I dream to run and hide away
And live among humanity.
It hurts me to remain this way.

They move me so that I obey.
I want to tell them that I see
Beyond their foolish acts of play;
And I despise not being free.

I yearn for my identity,
As I remain the same each day
Here in this shroud of fallacy.
Who put me here in this cliché?

Alone I am in my dismay.
Enough of this soliloquy!
You cannot hear me when I say
A plastic world is all I see.

Who put me here?

I wanted to feel this creative freedom again, so I gave myself some prompt themes and wrote a few haikus on the spot:

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