jellolids

People are not collector’s items So please don’t’ put me on your shelf. I’m not a tiny rusty toy Nor a dusty puzzle piece self. I’ve been burned and bruised and broken I’ve been sewn and shined and fixed. Games are for play not my job, you see. Words spoken by you are all tricks. Don’t compare me to a Barbie Or some silly princess doll. You can dress me up and take me out To anywhere at all. You can make me wear frilly bonnets And force feed me too much tea. But one thing you seem to be forgetting I am me.