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Ivory doll


Beneath the ivory doll...

 

Are dark circles around my eyes, I sleep 3 to 4 hours a night

 

I worry over everything

Yet I don't say anything

I don't want to be selfish.

 

You see a girl with long blonde hair

Yet I see greying temples that pass as blonde

 

You hear a small voice and a smile that causes everyone to smile in response

I hear a classic glass coca cola bottle cracking,

A little me inside,

with vocal cords,

wanting to break open and shatter the sound barrier!

 

And I see a frown most of the time, I just don't like complaining about my problems when others have it so much worse. 

 

I don't have even colored skin and pink rosy cheeks.

I blush at everything, but my whole face goes cherry red.

You see I'm small and petite and fragile, but I can swim laps in pools for hours.

I may not have curves, but I got abs anyone would die for.

 

I want to dance spontaneously when I get into the music

But I don't dare move a muscle.

 

You see a ivory glass doll, but you don't see the determination, muscle, or personality beneath.

But that's not your fault, I keep to myself, because that's what ivory dolls do.

 

 

 

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