Paper Dolls
A poem on the journey from conformity to non-conformity

Criss-cross, criss-cross — the scissor-blades go zig-zag.
Heads and joined arms, joined toes and the hem of skirts — the paper unravels into two-dimensional dolls in multiples of ten.
I toss one more into the trash bin spilling out hundreds of this obsession.
They were my army, with no eyes, ears or mouth, or even a nostril, let alone a nose. And they knew nothing about living or surviving, let alone fighting.
I do not take offense on their behalf, upon their inanimate unanimity— we are just one of them, you and me.
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In love, our hearts flutter like paper dolls decorating our childhood room.
In pain, we crumple crisply, the papery rustle filling our emptiness.
Their wholeness is only a part of us.
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I separate the held hands, unhook their toes, singling them, breaking the chain of monotony and consistency.
Disorder is innate, a few paper dolls shall not rewrite it.
© Sana Rose 2020 Written on April 21st, 2016
Poet’s note:
Poets and artists of any kind are non-conformists by nature. To us, disorder is innate, it is harder to fit in. When born into a society, we are brought up to conform, to join the endlessly similar army of conformists. But, there is a breaking point in life for us, when we break the chains and shackles, when we decide to differ. This poem was a response to the prompt ‘Paper dolls’ for the NAPOWRIMO in April 2016.
Sana Rose is an award-nominated novelist, poet, physician, counseling professional and freelance writer based in Kerala, India.






