The Pedestal Child

Do you see me?

Do you hear me?

Do you know me?

I’m not your porcelain doll

Your Sunday school princess

Or your homecoming queen

I am nothing like I seem

I’m the pedestal child

Seated high a top her glass stool

Desperate and longing to leap off

I’m the child with the cheerful smile

Painted with crimson sin

I’m the little girl with the big bright eyes

Lined in Black

I’m the baby with the soft voice

And the punk rock soul

I’m not your porcelain doll

Your Sunday school princess

Or your homecoming queen

I am nothing like I seem

Do you see me?

Goldilocks in fishnet stockings

Do you hear me?

The quiet child with the sharp tongue and sarcastic wit

I’m your virginal porn star

Soft pink lace and vibrators

I’m your obedient rebel

Park college graduate part anti-authority bitch

I’m your delicate flower

Bent over backwards and fucked on a Saturday night

I’m not your porcelain doll

Your Sunday school princess

Or your homecoming queen

I am nothing like I seem