Pushed pulled
Dragged in all directions
Everyone has an agenda
but do I have a voice?
Bedraggled frustrated
Stuffed like a butchers sausage
with all the information
‘you must know’
There’s no room for an opinion
or a dream of my own
Make my hair pretty
Smooth down my dress
Will that get me an invite
to your precious tea party?
Ragged wrecked
Simple useless doll
A ploy to your schemes
Inhuman, a tool
Dragged like a plough
in the straight lines you ordered
Sow your seed
when I’m pretty enough
Toss me in the trash
when I’m not

a child’s toy playing adult games.


Little Ginge x


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