This page will show some of the poetry I have written and short stories I have worked on. I wrote this poem after hearing some of my peers poetry. "Factory Girl" is the first poem I have written and I hope to write more in the future.
"Factory Girl"
She was made in a factory
A porcelain doll with smooth hair
and a beautiful face.
She sat on the shelf
In a silk dress made in Thailand
And a bonnet made in Spain
She hadn't known she was perfect
She also hadn't cared
Until the day she heard it first
She was unprepared
She started hearing it more often
She didn't quite know what it meant
For what is perfection
How could she fit the description?
She had no idea what she looked like
She didn't know what people saw
Honestly she didn't mind
Perfect was an idea every doll had
Every doll wanted perfection
But she, she was sad
Yes some said she was perfect
Some said she was sweet
But mostly they said
She was a tease
She never wanted to play
She had her own games
She didn't want to play theirs
No matter what they said
They could call her perfect
But she didn't care
She had played their games before
She hadn't had much fun
But they kept trying
To play with this doll
She wanted to talk
They wanted to touch
They knew she wouldn't approve
She knew they didn't care what she wanted
She knew she couldn't talk much
To anyone at all
For she was a doll not a person
And no one would listen
All anyone seemed to know
That she was a doll
She was meant to be played with
So they say
She shouldn't have any problems
She was pretty
What more do you want?
Maybe she wants a person
To care for her heart
She has many to care for her body
By her soul was left to fall apart
She kept getting picked up
Threw around
She was beaten and broken
And left on the ground
Her face still fair
But her heart needs repair
She is a broken doll
She is a beauty but broken
Some still just see her face
But some look inside
The ones that do still leave
Cause in all honesty
Who wants a broken doll?
Who wants one that has to force a smile?
Her soul is lost
Her soul is alone
She is no prize
No gain
So she sits on a shelf and wait
In a silk dress made in Thailand
And a bonnet made in Spain
She was made in a factory
A porcelain doll with smooth hair
and a beautiful face.
She sat on the shelf
In a silk dress made in Thailand
And a bonnet made in Spain
She hadn't known she was perfect
She also hadn't cared
Until the day she heard it first
She was unprepared
She started hearing it more often
She didn't quite know what it meant
For what is perfection
How could she fit the description?
She had no idea what she looked like
She didn't know what people saw
Honestly she didn't mind
Perfect was an idea every doll had
Every doll wanted perfection
But she, she was sad
Yes some said she was perfect
Some said she was sweet
But mostly they said
She was a tease
She never wanted to play
She had her own games
She didn't want to play theirs
No matter what they said
They could call her perfect
But she didn't care
She had played their games before
She hadn't had much fun
But they kept trying
To play with this doll
She wanted to talk
They wanted to touch
They knew she wouldn't approve
She knew they didn't care what she wanted
She knew she couldn't talk much
To anyone at all
For she was a doll not a person
And no one would listen
All anyone seemed to know
That she was a doll
She was meant to be played with
So they say
She shouldn't have any problems
She was pretty
What more do you want?
Maybe she wants a person
To care for her heart
She has many to care for her body
By her soul was left to fall apart
She kept getting picked up
Threw around
She was beaten and broken
And left on the ground
Her face still fair
But her heart needs repair
She is a broken doll
She is a beauty but broken
Some still just see her face
But some look inside
The ones that do still leave
Cause in all honesty
Who wants a broken doll?
Who wants one that has to force a smile?
Her soul is lost
Her soul is alone
She is no prize
No gain
So she sits on a shelf and wait
In a silk dress made in Thailand
And a bonnet made in Spain