Toy

Mold me like a plastic doll,
hold my hand so you feel whole.
Tie my shoes and dress me up,
let me drink straight from your cup.

Loving me for “Who I am”,
bending me to your command,
erase owned views from my eyes,
so your esteem can fly high.

Satisfy your needs and wants,
disregard any response.
Selfish ways arrogant acts,
blind your eyes to foreseen facts.

Plastic feelings separate,
fester slowly into hate,
slowly love disintegrates,
pretend smiles make it all great.

Accept me as I do you,
knowing my love was all true,
feelings obstruct my clear views,
unknown journey without clues.

Watch my eyes reflect my soul,
regain power, gain control.
Pull the anchor, sail my boat,
let it go, so true self floats.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy