Mold her like a plastic doll,
no emotions to involve.
Buckle shoes then dress her up,
never fill her empty cup.
She will listen to demands,
bends swiftly to all commands,
no clear views shine from her eyes,
watch strange self esteems fly high.
Satisfies their wants and needs,
always follow as they lead.
Selfish ways arrogant acts,
blind eyes to all foreseen facts.
Plastic feelings soon dictate,
numbness festers into hate,
see pure trust disintegrate,
pretend smiles make it all great.
Accept both the heart and mind,
each toy is “one of a kind”,
shapable for every view,
walk through life without a clue.
Watch her eyes reflect her soul,
regains power, gains control.
Pull the anchor, sails her boat,
let it go, so true self floats.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy