Handcrafted
With only used-up rags,
Stitched on threads of hair,
Face drawn with permanent marker
To look like those porcelain dolls
That are like I could never be.
You’ve sown my lips shut,
Annoyed with my voice.
Yet still you pull apart the seams
When you find other uses for my mouth.
I’ll always just be your rag doll
When the other dolls are
Put on shelves in glass casings
To be admired from afar.