HAIKU

Like a dusty book
Neglected, lost and forgot;
My pages yellowed.

Lying at the back
of the dirty storeroom shelf
I rotted away

Six years slowly passed;
The door suddenly opened!
Two hands dragged me out.

"Open up!" They cried -
My father and stepmother -
"Give us what we want!"

They tried to dust me,
clean me up and pamper me.
How mercenary.

My smile became tears...
I am a girl, not a book
They can go to hell.