Chosen

There was a girl named Jewel.

Her sister was Jade.

And They were twins

With a mother so cruel.

This is a story

In which no one wins.

No prince

or fairy

To make the day

More merry.

The girls were young

With dreams like many.

But they chose art;

Bringing their visions

To the world’s reality.

A skill they chose to hone

A jem they chose to shine.

Oh, how they felt

When they met with greed.

The greed of their mother

For slips of green.

Their passion deemed worthless,

Happiness unnecessary.

All for the wish for money.

Time passed

And the two matured.

They wished for their own ways

Trying to get their mother to see

Just how much she’s hurting them.

But it had been decided

They both become something

To benefit their mother,

Whos blind

To the tears they cry.

The words that try

To tell their story

Of how much they want to die.

But none of that mattered

To the mother of two.

She wanted luxury.

A wad of paper

Cut and refined;

A green leaf to life.

With hands tied

And no more tears to cry,

The girls comply.

They’ve lost the fight.

Though people say

To choose their own path,

They can only shake their heads;

For these poor girls,

Only knowing how to obey

And keep their mouths at bay,

Have lived no other way.