By Jenni Bailey
My face can be pretty ugly
My eyes can blindly see
My hair can be crazy long
My smile can be real fake
My hands can slip grip
My feet can kick out
My face can come at you hard
My eyes can hold mascara tears
My hair can be a beautiful mess
My smile can be straight forward
My hands can let go
My feet stand still
My face can turn away
My eyes can look away
My hair can be squeaky clean
My smile can lie, truthfully
My hands can be freezing cold
My feet can stomp out
”Jennifer” is not on the wall
”Jenni” stands tall
Her life made her a fragile doll