a shiny toy, right out of the box
that brought the boy joy. Until my gloss turned
green as moss. And I started to chip and crack. If he
could he’d send me back. But it was too late then. I was
in pretty bad condition.

I was

a shy, kind child –
that sat in the corner and smiled. Did
what she was supposed to do. And cried in
her cup until her face turned scarlet and the
water blue.

I was

thought of as the result of an adulterous
affair between my mother and my father’s nephew. My
mother never cared. She left me with my grandmother
and dated other men. I was always alone.
Nothing new since then -