Bird As Fish

I'm only human
Only fragile
So fragile
Broken.

I am not a doll
In fact, utterly unlike perfection.
Imagine a china doll
Glazed cheeks, so fine
Rosebud lips,
Cold
(for porcelain is always cold to the touch)
Unmoving, unbending
And set far above child's play.

I move
I breathe
I feel

When you break a doll,
It does not hurt
When you pluck out it's eyes
It does not see any worse
- It does not cry.

Imperfect perfection,
Mass produced,
Mock me if you will,
I cannot contend with your accusation of my being human
(lowly, humble)
I see it more everyday.
I am not a doll
I am singular.

I am not a doll
(and so fragile)
But my skin,
It's so soft
How?
God, it's beautiful.

Not perfection
But satisfaction.
Not flawlessness
But contentment.
Which would you rather have?

Yes, I am only human,
Thank God, I'm just that human.

©2004 All Rights Reserved MJ Jackson
This article may not be reproduced in whole or in part without the permission of the author.