I opened myself up
careful not to tear all the masking tape
and rapidly-sewn stitches
I clumsily used to put myself together
last time I fell apart
Guess we all live in a factory
churning out dolls upon dolls of each gender
perfect smirks painted on
complimenting airbrushed rosy cheeks
But my blush was genuine
Guess you didn’t know
and decided to trade me
for another doll on the conveyor belt
You’ve grown to know the fabricated anyway
Fluff lies where your spine used to be
a beating heart, replaced with filler
button up your back, so no one can tell
It’s hard to be the real thing
living on a shelf, pretending to fit in
with all the other puppets and playthings
when all I want is an authentic life, and an authentic love.
I haven't been online to blog for a while, so I will start with this post. I've read it once, so give me a chance to read it again, and I'll move my way on up reading.
ReplyDeleteOn first impression, you have rhythm going on in here that I appreciate. More on analysis of the meanings later.
Okay, I liked that you added for both gender in that first stanza (I do appreciate that. You know it works both ways). The metaphor is strong and obvious, but I like the line on fluff. Very interesting.
ReplyDeleteThe fourth stanza is my favorite. There seems to be alot going on with "the fabricated", and the fluff that lies where the addressed person's spine once was. I really enjoy the deep meaning that makes it seem more personal.
It's a good thing to run with an extended metaphor sometimes, and I enjoyed alot of your imagery. Suggested titles could be useful, such as "The fabricated". I like the way you used it. A very dark poem for you, but also very honest.