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My eyes are not made of glass

Blood runs through my veins

I feel most comfortable in jeans

I’ve never liked the look of pigtails on me

Too much makeup makes me grimace

My thoughts run rampant

They keep me up at night

My body is not porcelain

Though it has felt delicate and broken

My hands sometimes twinge

From hard work I've spent my life on

I have free will and a desire to use it

My soul seeks more than a white picket fence

My feet get vibrations

They demand to move often

My lips are not glossy or bright

But rather a nude pink that have words to articulate

I cannot be secured, I am not for keeping

I am no one's doll





Written by Heidi Hendrix