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Little Dolly, No Hair, Big Smile, Blank Stare
Little dolly
Hair hacked away
So bristled and bald
So happy, so gay.
Little dolly
Hard skin gouged, plagued
Mapped with scars
Your smile never fades.
Little dolly
Covered in pretty red paint
Oozing colour from imaginary veins
Rosy cheeks, bright eyes so quaint.
Little dolly
So like me
Scars and colour
Pain no one sees.
Little dolly
Smiles through blue
Through my blues, greys and blacks
I smile too.
Little dolly
How we differ
I feel the inside, the outside
You feel neither.
Little dolly
I created our ties
And though I made you suffer too
At least you weren't alive.
The contrasts in this poem are sublime, how often it seems we are treated in this way, and how hard living sometimes is, and we never allow ourselves that, the idea, life is sometimes hard.
I love poems about dolls, but this seems to come from just a slightly different angle which sets it above the rest. Amazing really!