A marionette daughter,
perfectly coiffed hair as her mother likes,
dressed in red to be seen and adored.

 Eyes cast down,
bowing to father,
smile not too wide, not too small,
talk not too loud, not too low,
walk quietly, no running or mucking about.

Obedient and muted,
a doll for the dress up,
for the feeding and repeating
lovingly what father says.
Otherwise put away
in the cupboard
fully adorned
only to be showcased for a selling..

Once a bid has been made
she is drowning in attention,
love and affection.

A crack on her porcelain skin
as she realized,
she has only ever been cared for
to be given away..


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