Jamie Van Pham

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Looking into a picture I see this little china doll,
she is looking back at me
her innocent little white smile
this tan little beauty doesn’t care
care that her bangs are uneven
care that her eyebrows are bushy
or about her pudgy cheeks,
she looks so happy, sweet
content

i want to tell the china doll that life is not the same
i want to tell her that
she will encounter many things
wish to be able to go back and shield her form future pain

i can’t remember being
this little china doll…
i can’t remember what she thought or what she felt

looking into a picture i see this little china doll,
she is looking back at me
I hope with all my hope that she accepts,
what has become of us.

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a baby’s toy

There is not a day that goes by
that i do not question my being
and ask myself why.

the one i was given to
i swear does not love me
not love me at all

this pink fleshy thing
rattles me around, as if it were king
swinging me back and forth, up and around
slobbering, and wailing and squishing me down.

i would scream if i could but my mouth is sewn tight
my legs are too short to run out of sight

this was my life i hate to admit it,
but now that my smelly companion is gone
i miss them, just a bit

they have grown big, where as i have stayed small
i sit, collect dust doing nothing at all

a permanent smile, one yellow rimmed eye, four short little legs, forever questioning why