Plastic Girl

Pious in nature
glaring down
eyes piercing
mouth downward turning
you stare at me
making me feel
making me tremble
with your disgust.
I want to be me
you want me to be right
to be good
to be what you want me to be.
Never once did you look to see
never once did you llisten
never once did you heed my words
instead
turning me into a plastic doll
one who could be posed
ordered
taught to be like you.
espousing all that is good
you crushed me beneath your heel.
I finally decided
enough is enough
I can no longer be
this doll of yours
I need to be me.
Aug. 27/18
Photo by Esteban Lopez on Unsplash

Author: Jay-lyn Doerksen

A single hard working mom of a soon to be teenage son. A poet and story teller I have wanted to write since I was a child. This space is where I share stories about myself and my life and the creative poetry that stirs my soul. My hope is you will pull up a chair and a cup of coffee delving into the world that I offer and you find simple enjoyment for a few moments. Welcome to The Wonderful & Wacky World of One Single Mom

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