A poem I wrote :)

“A Doll’s Demise”

We seem to be the epitome of perfection,
childhood play thing with anatomical finesse;
but little do you know,
a doll’s life is hell.

Stiff, cold, and plastic,
I was promised that I would be cared for and
loved by a gentle child;
but I was not so lucky.

I remain paralyzed on the shelf
until summoned for “play”;
I try to protest,
but I can’t seem to get the words out.

My eyes appear vacant,
masking the pain I feel.

Forced to submit to itchy dresses and matted hair,
my hair is pawed at by snotty-nosed toddlers with
sharp plastic brushes;
brushing until the hair falls out,
thrown to the side when the game gets boring.

I often dream of being free and happy,
roaming the world independently;
I know this is an unrealistic expectation,
but these thoughts are what keep me hopeful and motivated.

By the end of my life,
I am missing an eye, an arm,
only clumps of hair left peppered across my scalp;
stripped down to nothing, as if my shame and suffering
weren’t great enough.

Marker tattooes my body,
cracks breaking my plastic shell from being
chewed by the dog;
trapped in a dusty mildew box labeled “junk”.

Not all dolls have a similar fate to mine;
not all suffer from neglect and exploitation.
Some are truly happy, their eyes
do not appear to be so empty.

Through my eyes, you can see the fragments
and effects of my broken spirit – eternally forgotten.
Laying in my dark prison, I sometimes imagine
what it would be like to be held by a child, and be filled with love an bliss.


With this poem, I tried to make a connection between the fate of dolls and injustices in human rights.