by Ginger Voight

Created on: April 20, 2008

Just look at her
So slender, so sleek
Inanimate, yet taunting me
I'll never be chic
She stands there immobile
Frozen in time
Her body "perfection"
Her eyes unkind
Made by a man, no doubt
A fantasy, a ruse
No thoughts, no demands
Just something to use
Never a partner
Nor a mother to be
Just a waste of plastic
Made to manipulate me
I may not be thin
I'll never be in vogue
I'll have bumps, imperfections
I will grow old
But I can love, I can dream
Be anything I want to be
I dare to be human
No mannequin - not me.

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