The Broken Doll

Poem By Caitlin Johnson

She’s a Doll.
She gets played with a lot.
She is everyone’s favorite Doll.
They love her gorgeous black hair and blue eyes.
They name her Emily.
Boys mess and girls tease.
The parents stare and say go 2 hell.
She’s been torn to pieces.
She breaks.
Laughs and Cheers come from people who played.
Tears fall 2 the ground.
Cry’s from the people who cared.
Tears are in a puddle.
She rises.
She’s undefeated.
She turns the people who played into dolls.
They become her very own voodoo dolls.
When people mess or tease they turn.
They know now!
They call her the.


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Interesting; goes places one does not expect. Adeline

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