THE BROKEN BARBIE

The unknown hands

broke the doll,

For his shameless plays

And as if it was not enough of 

atrocious,

He broke the doll to show

how this world is a pleasure

My thought fluctuated

I laid there still

Afraid to move as

My hands sits in his pocket

of ironed suit

To him it was a pleasure

But for me

I am till perturbed by the mess

he left

I felt pathetic

I see his face, flash

in my mind

his ugly smile

I wish, I was blind

I let him take it all

I could not fight him off

I wish, I would have been 

more smart and

listened to my dying heart

I have increased my pain 

The life I had is drained

Closed my sunken eyes 

Tears gracefully crawl down 

my face 

Roamed around the city 

A little girl with a doll

standing endlessly

Holding the eyes of the city 

like marbles in tiny hand 

now at last I have

a broken friend 

The doll did not know

moaning, mourning

pleasure and pain 

making love and quenching 

being intimate and being inhumane 

consented partner and catastrophic victim

Now when I woke up after

the sounds of the rain 

the blood paints the floor

everything slowed down 

world around her slowly went 

dark she is empty 

 A broken barbie clutched in my hands

my mother asked me 

why I broke my doll

that beautiful barbie 

so pristine, so clean and

I broke it viciously just as he did