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He controls me like a dextrous puppeteer

Or he thinks so

I pretend to obey

Waiting for the time

I make a show of defiance

My plains growing more complex

With every pull of my strings

Perhaps I'll wrap them

Around his neck

Or have him hit himself senseless

With my own hand

Shattering his illusion of power

For he thinks of me like a limb

But I'm a separate tree

A bonsai

Reclaiming the right to grow