That Ratty Old Doll I am a doll. Left in a wooden box. Watching the walls slowly mold through my painted eyes I yearn to get out. But my plastic smile conceals my feelings. I’ve been owned so many times Passed down from mother to daughter I never gave up Yet love left me torn up, thrown away, and left in the rain. Although my blue dress is faded and my hair is in knots, My eyes cannot cry. My mouth cannot frown. I shall remain silent forever. Smiling at the world. Lulu Cerone Middle School Poet Laureate
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