Dolls Can’t Dance

by | Jul 6, 2005 | Poetically Correct

In this Valley of Dolls

A child was born

With life and vitality

And plenty of scorn

She looked and thought

A different way

So other parents

Warned stay away

Hence, happily

She played alone

Amongst the squirrels

And flowers grown

Why should she compete

To be shallow and cold?

Where is the freedom

Trapped in a mold?

Life is for dancing

Creating a song

No matter who listens

Or judges it wrong

Call her a stranger

What’s that make you?

But the mirrored-image

Of a personal view

Plastic is dead

Duplication lives not

For imitation is suicide

In case you forgot.

Ciera S. Louise c. July 06, 2005