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Mommy, Daddy, Sister and Brother doll all sit around the table.
Painted smiles over wooded turkey,
cooked to perfection in a felt oven.
Daddy Doll wears his tie from a productive day at work.
Mommy Doll cleaned the already spotless house,
she cooked a perfect dinner and walked Doggy Doll,
all in her perfectly pressed weekday dress.
Brother Doll came home in his crisp white shirt and black pants,
head filled with perfect thoughts about perfectly scholarly things.
Sister Doll has a flowery dress just like Mommy,
which she never scuffs even with her day of sewing,
and bicycling to the market to get vegetables for Mommy's salad.
After dinner the Dollies listen to Daddy read the bible in the family room,
then one by one march up to bed.
Sister Doll leaves first to her pink, pristine bedroom
with lacy curtians and no clothes on the floor,
clutter no where to be found.
She falls asleep immediatly without a thought in her pretty little head.
Brother heads up to his room next after the sun sets,
to his room with his little oak desk covered with papers and a tiny quill.
He lays awake listening for awhile,
for who could sleep with such wonderful knowledge twirling in their heads?
Mommy and Daddy go up to their bedroom once Mommy is done sewing.
They turn the soft harp music emnating from the radio off before going.
Together they check on their lovely Daughter and Son, asleep in their beds.
Together they sleep in the little Queen bed.
Painted smiles following them through their one minute night.
Everything repeats.
As if because such a happy life is good,
it is entertaining to reenact over and over again.
Until one day it's not.
And god questions why they always have to have turkey.
And why only Brother gets to go to school.
And why Mommy and Sister look the same but different sizes.
And why the family listens to the bible if god has never been to church.
And why do Mommy and Daddy sleep together if god's Mommy and Daddy don't.
And why everyone is always smiles.
With that realization comes horrid change.
Sister immediately goes to school,
and immediately realizes it's no easier outside the big Doll House than in god's world.
Her hair is colored with a black crayon.
Daddy Doll sleeps on the couch.
Brother and Sister's walls aren't soundproof,
so yelling echoes through their once carefree night.
Then Daddy leaves.
Gets his own dollhouse.
Gets his own new Mommy and three new Brothers.
Leaves the dollhouse shocked silent.
Then Brother leaves for college and his sanity and doesn't come back.
Ever.
Mommy doesn't clean anymore.
Or cook.
Sister goes to school and hides behind her black colored hair.
Mcdonalds served in seperate rooms replaces turkey.
Walking Dead and The Real Housewives replace bible reading and harp music.
Sister wants to be free like Brother is,
and it's that hope that keeps her sane,
or keeps the shards of sanity together;
the hope of escape.
One day.
For now, though, she just writes
deep
depressing poems.
Painted smiles over wooded turkey,
cooked to perfection in a felt oven.
Daddy Doll wears his tie from a productive day at work.
Mommy Doll cleaned the already spotless house,
she cooked a perfect dinner and walked Doggy Doll,
all in her perfectly pressed weekday dress.
Brother Doll came home in his crisp white shirt and black pants,
head filled with perfect thoughts about perfectly scholarly things.
Sister Doll has a flowery dress just like Mommy,
which she never scuffs even with her day of sewing,
and bicycling to the market to get vegetables for Mommy's salad.
After dinner the Dollies listen to Daddy read the bible in the family room,
then one by one march up to bed.
Sister Doll leaves first to her pink, pristine bedroom
with lacy curtians and no clothes on the floor,
clutter no where to be found.
She falls asleep immediatly without a thought in her pretty little head.
Brother heads up to his room next after the sun sets,
to his room with his little oak desk covered with papers and a tiny quill.
He lays awake listening for awhile,
for who could sleep with such wonderful knowledge twirling in their heads?
Mommy and Daddy go up to their bedroom once Mommy is done sewing.
They turn the soft harp music emnating from the radio off before going.
Together they check on their lovely Daughter and Son, asleep in their beds.
Together they sleep in the little Queen bed.
Painted smiles following them through their one minute night.
Everything repeats.
As if because such a happy life is good,
it is entertaining to reenact over and over again.
Until one day it's not.
And god questions why they always have to have turkey.
And why only Brother gets to go to school.
And why Mommy and Sister look the same but different sizes.
And why the family listens to the bible if god has never been to church.
And why do Mommy and Daddy sleep together if god's Mommy and Daddy don't.
And why everyone is always smiles.
With that realization comes horrid change.
Sister immediately goes to school,
and immediately realizes it's no easier outside the big Doll House than in god's world.
Her hair is colored with a black crayon.
Daddy Doll sleeps on the couch.
Brother and Sister's walls aren't soundproof,
so yelling echoes through their once carefree night.
Then Daddy leaves.
Gets his own dollhouse.
Gets his own new Mommy and three new Brothers.
Leaves the dollhouse shocked silent.
Then Brother leaves for college and his sanity and doesn't come back.
Ever.
Mommy doesn't clean anymore.
Or cook.
Sister goes to school and hides behind her black colored hair.
Mcdonalds served in seperate rooms replaces turkey.
Walking Dead and The Real Housewives replace bible reading and harp music.
Sister wants to be free like Brother is,
and it's that hope that keeps her sane,
or keeps the shards of sanity together;
the hope of escape.
One day.
For now, though, she just writes
deep
depressing poems.
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