Cloth, Cottain, and Porcelain

We’re all broken,

And I‘m not a porcelain doll.

Instead of being perfect, shiny, and expensive, they made me out of cotton and cloth.

I have some blemishes, popped stiches, and frayed ends.

Just like you, and just like everyone else.

And I’ve lasted for years.

The cotton they stuffed me with can be pulled apart with ease.

But it’s even easier to put it back inside of me.

I might get cut or ripped open,

But my cloth can get new stiches and patches.

And when I’m injured,

I can get washed after I’ve destroyed my clothing with blood.

So yeah, I might not be the prettiest.

I might not be the best.

And, I might have been torn and mangled several times.

Yet, I am almost the same as I was before.

Because some days, I have new fabric and thread.

So, those porcelain dolls have absolutely nothing on me.