From a dolls point of view
I'm competing in a 1st division poetry slam and this is the poem I'm thinking about doing. Let me know if I should do this one or write another one! Thanks!!
Me
I
a doll on a lonley shelf
Some may see me
But I sit all by myself
Waiting and watching to be picked up and played with
A glorious moment.
Waiting to be dropped shattered waiting patiently to be broken
Maybe it’s me and my blind optimism
Or maybe this was the hand I was delt
Me I a doll on a lonely shelf
Some may say I was happy
Some may say I was quaint
But trust me the girl I was then now is no longer the same
You see I pick myself up time after time
And after a while I don’t even mind
I watch and I wait
I anticipate
I’m not hanging my head
I’m just accepting my fate
They say you have time
But I’m always too late.
But I don’t stay broken and bent
When you squeeze me and that automated voice replys I love you
That was exactly what I meant.
It takes a strong person to get up and say even though you continue to hurt me
I know I’ll be okay
So you pull out a smile right out of your core
Because nobody sees what’s behind a closed door
You stand up tall and you put on a show.
Nobody sees so nobody knows
And no body’s hurt because no body cares
And no body minds because nobody’s there!
And you start to notice patterns
When you’re about to be wronged
When you’re about to be shattered
And dropped and sat on
But still I don’t move I will sit here and stay
Because if I don’t move then nothing will change
And eventually I will end up right back on my shelf
And I should be angry and I should be mad and I should be sad
Because I’m all by my self
But never mind I’m sorry. No one asked how I felt.
(2015)
The little girl I baby sits's American girl doll fell off her shelf and I watched as she just walked around it not bothering to pick it up so I thought, what exactly would she say if she could talk?
