Dwayna Avery

Dolls And Destiny - Poem by Dwayna Avery

This porcelain doll has no sight
her eyes are painted brown
she stares at day as though at night
through a curly head high and round

Sequins and gems on her dress
Though she will never move an inch
Always suppose to look her best
on a sturdy, wooden bench

Her hands will forever grasp air
never to make a fist
tiny fingers always will remain bare
her perfect lips will never see a kiss

Her head is full with cotton
her face is made of glass
her creator long forgotten
he long ago finished his task

What can become of this girl
She will never speak a word
And longs to commuicate with the world
but her voice won't be heard

No one can end her pain
How do I tell her it's an infection
because the world has become so vain
You're just a doll in my collection!

Comments about Dolls And Destiny by Dwayna Avery

  • (7/9/2006 3:26:00 PM)

    I really liked this. Usually I find dolls scary, now I only feel sorry for them. Great poem.

    Best wishes,

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 8, 2006

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