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Jul 2013
Set me on your shelf
With your jars of brushes and paints
With your discarded wooden body parts and broken strings
An unfinished work of art
Until you decide to pick me up and turn me into something

Paint on my eyes
Dull and impatient as I wait for the rest of me
Paint my mouth
Curve it into the smile you so long to see
Paint my eyebrows
Poised to show an unknown emotion to me
Paint my nose
Like the one you used to kiss when you were happy

Set me back on your shelf
Among your broken pieces and wooden boards
Amongst your carving knives
And sandpaper cards
Still unfinished
Waiting for you to finish me in the perfect image

Recreate me
Shape my hips into your favorite position
Make my body unnaturally proportionate
Like a Barbie doll, unhealthy, but 'beautiful'
Then clothe me *******
As you wait to put on a play
Portray me in your favorite ways

Set me, yet again, on your shelf
Among your other beauties
As we wait our turn
To see who will be your next favorite
And we see what we become
As we shift our personalities to fit what you want

Attach my strings
So that you may toy with me
Put me on a stage
For all to see
As you control me
As you hold me
Make me feel things that aren't real
Exhaust my limbs
As they flail across this tiny stage
In accordance with this game we play

I am your puppet
Do with me as you please
This poem is originally about Society and how it controls young women into believing in crazy things. Then I began to think of it as more of a poem about an unhealthy controlling relationship.. I don't know anymore what it is, just thoughts on a page, interpret as you wish(:
Jay
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Jay  Minnesota
(Minnesota)   
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