I understand the authenticity of love has lost its taste in the air.
The subtle affairs are now an everyday chore.
I stand so vague and ponder.
Why would anyone even call it love,
When all people want from you is-
Well, no one can decipher what they want.
It’s that complicated.!
I smile from the huge glass frame that glorifies my presence.
I’m expected to present all pretty and ‘display’
While boys go over my price tag,
Some ponder along the aisle,
”Is she worth it, I might find better.”
While the others are confident enough to touch me and explore.
Some know the price won’t creep out of their pockets so they work hard to attain me, doll.
Fools all of them.
No one wonders what I want, no one wonders what I feel,
they just want to grasp and play and then throw me away.
Because that’s what they all do.
They play till they are bored or maybe they find something different, not better.
It’s wondrous how once, I was everything to them and the next, they drop me in tattering clothes and move on along the road to some new.
So, I make a quick prayer to the Lords to keep me safe, to not let anyone touch me.
To not let anyone carry me home.
To keep me hidden behind the glass frame and to keep me forever new.
– the white mannequin.
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