a little cellophane girl | final version

I'm not for sale
nobody would buy me
I'm flying even higher
than my elder siblings
who - pardon me -
- time to swear now -
dandle someone else's kids
I can't see myself in this part
I am too delicate
too transparent, too ethereal
easy to tear
I am anxious to work
in the crippled dolls' factory
but I'm too weak