A poem - "Doll"

Turn me into a doll

There’s nothing in my soul anyway

Pluck out my dull eyes 

And replace them with glass ones

That glimmer in light

Tear off my calloused skin

And cover me in stiff clay instead

That’s smooth to the touch

Rip out strands of my tarnished hair

And glue a pristine wig on top of my head

So that my locks will always be perfect

Chew off my chopped lips

And paint new ones in their place

Two little rose petals that curl up sweetly

I’ll be the ideal playmate for a young girl

She’ll pick me up from a shelf

That will make my proud of myself

Because she’d chose me out of many

She’ll carry me around holding me by the arm

The pull in my shoulder won’t hurt at all

Since her mischievous smile will numb the pain

She’ll brush my hair everyday

And dress me in pretty dresses

Not all of them will fit

However I’ll trust her judgment

Sometimes during tea parties she’ll spill tea on me

But I won’t mind because she’ll apologize

She’ll play carelessly with me at times

Which may cause her to drop me

My porcelain skin will crack

But I’ll forgive her

Accidents happen

My only worry will be being left by her

Somewhere under the bed

With the only entertainment of collecting dust

And with the sorrow of hearing her laugh

While she’s playing with a different doll