Buried in toys
she lives a rich, unloved life.
Her heart's jigsaw has always missed a piece,
the fragments scattered, love is lost.
Suffocating under the suppression of loneliness,
choking on secrets of exploitation,
she is her father's personal doll,
her daddy's little obedient girl.
If only she was plastic,
if only she couldn't feel this daily pain,
if only she was the perfect little doll.
Why can't she stitch up her sores?
Why can't she mend her broken heart?
Does she want the pain, only to see faces?
For when her daddy finds other toys to play with
she will return to the box
gathering dust, feeding on neglect.
Daughter for sale, used.
Terrible condition yet deferential and durable.
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