Infront of men,
She is showcased,
As a showcase doll,
For a man to pick her and take her home,
She's too tall they say,
She's not my type the other says,
Not the one I am looking for says one,
Didn't create any impression on me says another,
And others just looked at her and passed with silence,
She's educated they say,
Her qualifications are pretty good they further add,
She cooks, cleans, and does whatever a lady could do,
She's fair and slim and her English is good,
But they say,
She's too tall,
Not my type,
Didn't create an impression,
Not the one I like,
And better keep silent,
The showcased doll,
Stood their waiting,
For at least one to pick,
To get done with the heartbreaking process,
Of showcasing,
Little did they know,
She's more than what she's showcased,
She's someone more than her height,
Or weight,
Or how she looks,
Or portrayed,
She's someone with flesh and blood,
With a soft heart inside,
With feelings and emotions,
Kindness abundant,
Love endless,
Yet the showcased doll,
Evaluated for whatever is shown,
Is never considered for what's inside,
But rather the outside,
Or for the education she possess,
Looks winning over intellect,
So the showcase doll will remain a showcased doll,
Until someone picks her,
Or be thrown away later,
Once she gets too old to be showcased.