A Child’s Own Worth
BY AZIA LAYMAN
My heart is cardboard
My eyes are tin
My eyelashes wire
Long and thin
My lips are marker
My veins are string
My vocal chords glass
I cannot sing
My nails are plastic
My arms are wood
My legs are chopsticks
Crooked but good.
I am a plaything
From imagination
My parts are mismatched
My mind left the station
My cardboard heart beats
My lips drawn shut
Wooden arms creak
I’m a worthless mutt
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