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There was a little porcelain doll, sitting on a shelf
Waiting for her Tears to stop falling down her emotionless, perfect face,
So that it won’t ruin her beautiful dress.
She went on a walk, she saw the outside as the prettiest thing she ever saw.
She wanted to be that pretty, so that people would notice her, all the others told her she was pretty,
She didn’t believe them. She wanted to be the prettiest Doll so the Tears she shed wouldn’t ruin her perfect face or her beautiful dress.
No matter how hard she tried, she could never be that pretty, her Tears still made her look imperfect.
Then, she noticed a Doll, just like her, as her beauty defined her imperfectness.
She thought ‘I could be beautiful, just being happy who I am.’ Her and Doll Friend never noticed their imperfectness, they only thought about how pretty they were, their pale, perfect porcelain faces
And their beautiful dresses in which they wore.
All the other Dolls wanted to be as pretty as them, but the two Dolls said; “You can’t wish to be beautiful by looks, you’re already beautiful by being who you are….”
- by Call Me Biskey |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 03/25/2009 |
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- Title: Little Porcelain Doll
- Artist: Call Me Biskey
- Description: A poem that I made about a little doll and how she wanted to be beautiful
- Date: 03/25/2009
- Tags: little porcelain doll
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- Idiosyncratic Quirk - 03/27/2009
- This is very straightforward. It almost makes me think it should have some more allusions and metaphors, you know? But it's a good concept; being sorrowful over your own being will not allow one to attain optimal being, which in this case - beauty.
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