you never needed to be a prim and proper porcelain doll with a white stand running down your back
you are everything but a doll
i had settled for being the girl admiring you from inside the store just across the aisle but seems like i am standing outside, again behind the glass
with strings attached to my hands and life puppeteering, all i can do is close my eyes where it as dark as night and trust that when life sits me upright & i open my eyes– i will understand surrender (I will understand why)
I know we never needed to be a prim and proper porcelain dolls with white stands or strings
I know we came to be human, but why does it feels so fragile even more so than being a doll