A poem not in midnight
Created at midnight and re read this morning.
Not the Compliment, the Object
To be a doll
Not the compliment
but the object
A. Doll
made of what though?
wood, Proceilin, Paper?
To be made from
wood I must be strong -
have waves and groves of
heritage, roots, something to prove.
or maybe Porcelain
Be perfect and crisp
shiny, Glossly, the perfect trinket
something no one-
will miss
I can’t be paper
too thin, too weak
I know myself enough
To know I'm not paper
not see through or torn easily
to be a doll
pretty, pertect, the choosen one
The one, for someone
Not a kid but someone
A friend
be there to listen
be there to play
be a doll for someone
My Partner
be his perfect person
dress right, talk when told
be a doll for him
to be a doll
not an object
but to be perfect
Why cant that be me?
If anyone hears their name is-
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