Doll

I read a book about a prostitute and her life and got inspired. Sorry it's been a while.

Another day, another man.

I was just a young girl trapped inside a body, that i could no longer escape.

They caged me and dragged me down to my destruction. Stripped me of my innocence, literally. 

I felt the pain burning in my brain

Each day when i woke up,I realize that my mind was just as foggy as the bathroom mirror that I stared into.

Not being able to recall the events of the night before.

I was the other women.

Who belonged to no one, who belonged to everyone.

I was raw from the inside, my bones aching. 

I feel pain, so am i still a human right?

Or am i an object?

Those men stare straight pass, never looking at me.

I felt the rejection.

Humans face rejection. 

So i must be human.

I have a voice but it no longer has any meaning.

The only tune i can sing, is one of their own.

I am an object, seen as a human from a far angle.

A porcelain doll.

I’m not as beautiful, but once that doll is thrown on the floor, 

it breaks and breaks and so do I. 

Reviews

[conversations with her ..]

I really enjoyed this poem, and I’m looking forward to reading more of your pieces. I'm kind of new on here and it would be an honor if you can review my 4 new recent poems. (The world is ours, Nostalgia, Paradise, and You)

Thank you and Keep up the Good work!

[G. B. Banks]

when I took a glance of your pic it came through that you are deep soul with deep sensitivity and rawness and voilá reading through your lines confirmed it.

"I was the other women.
Who belonged to no one, who belonged to everyone.
I was raw from the inside, my bones aching.
I feel pain, so am i still a human right?" ..... love this as you sway artfullly between artful thoughts. Very much enjoyed

[Everett DeValle]

Wow, poignant and powerful write...thank you for sharing.

[Cindy Marietta]

Damn, this was devastating but equally as beautiful. You had some super good lines in here that really captivated the theme. Awesome poem!