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not a toy
Contributed by
reprobate
on
Saturday, 12th June 2010 @ 09:21:55 AM in AEST
Topic:
Grief
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in her small hands, the markers dance in place
her child fingers move across the doll's face
a touch of red then some blue and even black
there! so pretty...time to put them all back
no wait! it's not enough. don't you see
i think they'll look even better on me
then they won't laugh or call me a name
cause now me and barbie, we look the same
a scrap of that and the odd bit of this
delicate pieces which make our little miss
it all went together to become just her
now no question of what is to become of her
prettily colored, so silent, she is there
nary a wisp undone betrayed by her hair
forever gracing her lips, a smile, so small
asleep in her unlit room denying dreams call
in her innocent hand, markers were replaced
some cord finds the grizzliest task it ever faced
the markers and her doll become that final note
never explaining the lanyard round her tiny throat
a frail, little doll just suffering the long, brutal day
beaten, bruised, forced and forgotten in every way
hurt without respite not a life any would choose
she was but a cheap toy for some to use and abuse
today wasn't yet was, so much different than before
please...don't let there be any tomorrows, any more
the sun will rise but won't blind her abused sight
drawing no more tears into it's cold, unfeeling light
and you who charged with this baby's daily care
failed so miserably. just deny it if you even dare
never again shall she bear the pain they hurl
school's out forever for this damaged little girl
the politics through which you claim your rule
shuts out what really occurs in your sad school
a child was hurt and all you did was sit and wait
well, the waitings over, for now it is far too late
was she too skinny, too fat or maybe too plain
none of the above are reasons to cause any pain
yet, to really hurt, you have done more than try
stabbed so deep, all she had was a reason to die
to those who acted so, throw your fears to the floor
spit your ugliness to the empty winds of before
no longer is there a target for your sneers to score
NO, barbie won't ever come out and play any more
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reprobate
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Re: not a toy
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by Cayleigh-Chan on
Saturday, 12th June 2010 @ 10:51:52 AM AEST
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Wow, this is so deep and sad.
I couldn't look away.
Your words just pulled me in.
Keep up the good work!
-Cayleigh |
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Re: not a toy
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by emystar on
Saturday, 12th June 2010 @ 03:51:56 PM AEST
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So sad but so true in many ways.
Awesome writing.
huggs, blessings,
emy |
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Re: not a toy
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by teal0star0aurora on
Saturday, 12th June 2010 @ 04:16:11 PM AEST
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I have no words to say. Very touching and something I can relate to.
Keep it up!
Teal star |
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Re: not a toy
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by Nevilleconnie on
Sunday, 13th June 2010 @ 08:19:28 AM AEST
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| I've got to say this is one amazingly heartbreaking poem. And bullying is a subject I can relate to well. You did an excellent job with this!! |
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Re: not a toy
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by quadira on
Thursday, 8th July 2010 @ 02:02:57 PM AEST
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tragic and moving. brave and raw.
thanks |
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Re: not a toy
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by ladyfawn on
Wednesday, 14th May 2014 @ 06:32:48 PM AEST
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omg! sooo heartbreakingly sad!
hugs n' love nessa |
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