A doll-like head lays on comfy pillows –
Filled with rainy days, summer days:
Pierre holding her in his hands.
Coralie – small and delicate
And not a doll at all,
For he can twist her like a pretzel.
Pierre makes her fall downstairs for him,
Makes her forget when she leaves the place they call Comfort
Dark lines left on her little body.
Not like a doll at all,
Ring Ring of a sound she cannot hear
‘Cause Coralie resembles a doll.
MaJora is a child of the most Highest God, born in Virginia Beach, Virginia. Attending Norfolk State University, she aims to achieve a Bachelor’s degree in English Literature. She can be found on Facebook and can be emailed at msgooden@Hotmail.com