****i Am A Doll, But I Can Cry ***** Poem by negar shahnouri
****i Am A Doll, But I Can Cry *****
Dont be sad but you are not as beautiful as me
look at me:
my face is ostrich egg shell
my eyes are iranian turquoises
my lips are rubies and my teeth are pearls...
young craftsman that you love
is my god, a god who used to
worship his creature!
but after you entered this house
he asks me why my eyes are not brown
why dont i have scarf instead of this crown
hey persian girl, tell me why im not you
tell me why he does 'nt think a doll may have a heart too?
Extremely inveterated write, young lady...and mucho intriguing, as well. The craftsman i will assume is he/she who built the doll, and thus became her creator...Your alludence to your god, and hers(the doll) being one & the same is very astute....as one must submit to the fact that it was God, who created the craftsman, who ultimately created the doll! Smooth penning, Neggar. Liked this much... FjR
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4/24/2024 1:03:03 PM # 1.0.0.1119
You're a livin doll who needs love..........love that eradicates your tears...of hunger and thirst.....for the loved ones.Nice piece baby.