A Porcelain Doll Shattered

Inspired by A Doll’s House by Henrik Ibsen

Pretty woman

sits and smiles

for her husband

Pretty woman

dance and sings

for her husband

Pretty woman

never denies and obey

her husband

Pretty woman

borrows and owes money

because of her husband

Pretty woman

worries and frets

and doubts

and questions her


because of her husband

Young woman

brushes porcelain

shards off herself

Young woman


her stationary duty

as doll wife and mother

leaving behind her husband



Some days, I sat at the kitchen table

nibbling on a pork bone with him

by my side;

The man who resembled my daddy

in smell and by the sadness of his brown eyes.


Other days, I laid with him on top–

sweating and panting– while I

remained still and lifeless.

Once the deed was done, a shiny

nickel was tossed my way;

sometimes a whole dollar.


I could never forget his fake leg which ailed

him when he walked

or fell off whenever he pounced on me.


I never hated him nor did I

get the chance to love him.

Negativity Crowding My Mind

Gazing into the darkness of my room

my mind wonders throughout;

What if I never…

I hate the way I…

Please let him/her be okay…

The longer I stay within darkness,

the more I feel its grasp tightening.

I can no longer find an escape 

until the brightness from the Sun

peeks through my blinds and awakens me

Sleeping Beauty (redefined)

Awaken from a wondrous sleep 

with a mop atop of your head

and dry saliva trailing from mouth

to chin. 
Your sweet prince walks in and places

a kiss on top of your forehead

as well as the unborn child. 
You lay back down for another five 

minutes while your prince cooks 


Stitch Me Up

Replace my old tattered heart with a new one

Take out my dead, cried-out eyes and give me fresh, vibrant ones 

Remove my battered and disfigured arms and legs

Fix me up to look pretty for my next master to play with and discard

It Could Be Worse

Red ants crawling in the forbidden places 

Snakes slithering around my neck

I’m gasping for air as my lungs cave 
No message or call from you until 5AM 

Pictures of you and your assistant surfacing
Things could be much worse 

Space Between 

As your callous hands runs up my thigh

exposing my bare flesh, I am jolted alive. 
As your steamy breathe caresses my neck

leaving goosebumps in its wake, I am 

As the space between us lessens 

So does my patience to taste you.