Walk Like a Mannequin
Kind-hearted displays never was
part of her intrinsic, fashionable support view
Genuine concern often got the facial window dressing ...
Feelings dismissively expressed
with distant half-smiles of plastic disaffection
In sad times of other people’s tragedy,
the principal thing
was to show some synthetic sympathy
Walk into a somber room,
and with vacant, steely eyes
support the teary-cheek weak knees
Giving the smallest comfort measure of
a little false posing empathy
In someone else’s vulnerable moments of need,
her self-interest
was simply to deliver lip-service compassion usury
Talk like a mannequin ...
sealed lips don’t ever open up to share,
expressing minimal, wooden emotions over the telephone
Walk like a mannequin ...
confessing to be moved enough to care,
she only gives the slightest effort to help someone move on
Never wanting to get too involved personally,
or let the on-lookers see too deep intimately
Mannequin skin feelings,
possessing a harden body of plastic emotions
Synthetic thoughts hidden —
seen only on display,
when her exit doors of naked truth are closing
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2018
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