Megan Ayscue

Rookie (February 12,1987 / Raleigh)

A Doll's Life - Poem by Megan Ayscue

You think I am a strong woman?
I’m not.
I’m like the willowy tree in the backyard.
I’m like the thin piece of glass in the window.
I break.
I snap, shatter in the wind,
I bend and crack and splinter.
I’m a weak, fragile woman
With weak, fragile feelings.
You only hurt me with your words,
Toss me into to the roaring wind.
Do you not like me?
Do you think I am not worthy of your presence?
You give me presents, you give me a roof to live under,
But you don’t pay me the slightest attention.
You don’t pay me a minute of your time.
And you think I should thank you,
Shake your hand,
Hug you,
Give you a peck on the cheek.
I’m not that type of girl.
No, I’m not, but you think I am.
You don’t know me.
You don’t know anything about me.
You treat me like a pretty little doll,
Molding me to your beliefs,
To your methods,
To your way of life.
Stop.
You don’t know me.
You don’t know that I have feelings,
Emotions,
My own beliefs.
Don’t get me wrong,
I do still love you.
I just want you to think of me as me,
Not another woman in the circle of life.
I’m here.
I can be fierce,
But it’s just an act,
A ploy.
I want you to love me,

Treat me for who I am.
Treat me like a person,
Not like a doll.
Love me,
Cherish me,
Accept me for me.
I’m strong,
I’m beautiful.
I have a great mind.
I’m smart,
I’m wise.
I’m not dumb.
Don’t treat me like an idiot.
I’m not one.
I’m not a doll.
Face it.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 26, 2006



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