I am a child as accessory
As desperation in femininity
An extension of your life leisure
I am a grown accessory
A substitute solidified
My feet are not round nor square
They can land in a shopping bag beautifully
Carry me around like accessory
I am a human soul in a play room
In despair in femininity
A child as an accessory*
A substitute so petrified
I change and I grow
I am and am not
A substitute solidified
I like the child in me don’t hate it
I love the weariness and the carrying around
It is mine and I don’t hate it
The child in me is hugging my feet and asks me to
Please don’t break it
You are a human bit so whole
I see your very soul
She says
*original artwork prints available at Artworld :The Gallery,
Charilaou Trikoupi 59, Eksarxeia
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