I feel alive
Everyday same thing.
New outfit,
Weekly
I see the lady in teal walk up to the register every week
She buys the same outfit that I have on.
You know a lot of people buy the outfit I have on
Who am I?
I think like them
Can’t move like them
You see me as a model of beauty
You are lucky
You get to feel
What I get to do is gaze at you
Smile.
Laugh.
Walk
There is a rod up my ass all day
My plastic base hurts from standing
People strip me naked all the time.
Humiliated,
Just take my arms off,
walk away from me
You see me.
Of course you do I’m on display
For the world to see
You love the way I dress
You don’t know me
You know me?
No?
bother to ask
can you grasp ?
It’s my life
Living but not alive
clothes on a mannequin
and unfortunately I can do nothing but stand here
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