I may be bought and sold
Caught and told
Always weak, never bold
But at least I’m not your doll
You can chew me up
Spit me out
Eat me alive
And curse me with this drought
But I’ll still be mine
Though never free
At least I’ll live
At least I’ll be
You made my clothes
Sowed my woes
Took my hands
And kept me on my toes
Now I am a porcelain prize
No sailor will call for me
Until my cradle is made
Until I am no longer
Fruit of a poisonous tree.
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