Paper Doll

You say my strength frightens you, Candy Man,
Fearing what you cannot understand in your snow globe world.
Would you be happier if I were a paper doll?
The press out kind that’s in perfect form?
No scissors would be needed to travel my lines;
How easy it would be to clothe me in the fashion of yourself,
My face always holding a perfect smile with cheeks a pale pink;
A sleek shining surface that reflects you back at yourself;
No opinions, comments or ideas to torture you,
To make you feel less than a man—ego intact.
I wonder Candy Man, if you realize that when you miss me
And begin to cry that your tears will damage your paper doll.

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I was told over the weekend that my intelligence is sometimes equivalent to castration.