The Little Mannequin Poem by Sheena Blackhall

The Little Mannequin



The little mannequin stands passive
Arms stretched out like Jesus
‘Yes mama, ' she says
Like an automaton

Choice and spontaneity's for others
The little mannequin is lucky
Mama selects her shoes,
Her dress, her views

See? Isn't it so much easier to obey?

Monday, October 5, 2020
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