DollA Poem by CaitlinChoose for me, decide what I may do.Brush back my hair gentle or rough as you please; Style it up or down Dress me or undress me; Never on my face will you see a frown. Create storylines, plots, of who I am And everything I do. Special jobs and special friends All my life dictated by you. Prop me up to a mirror So that I can see myself Just don't get annoyed with me I'm content just not sitting on a shelf Will you swivel my leg the tiniest bit, Stand me up more straight? It all lies in your two hands The decision of my fate. © 2009 CaitlinAuthor's Note
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Added on April 15, 2009 Last Updated on April 15, 2009 AuthorCaitlinNYAboutI love singing and acting, basically all musical theater. But really writing is one of my largest, most prominent passions. If you like my writing, I'll tell you a secret; I'm 13 years old. I hope a.. more..Writing
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