American Girl Doll

I keep my hair tied-up
It didn’t fall the way he expected the first time
Like it does in the movies
How a woman’s hair is supposed to fall
He ran his fingers through, or tried
But I’m a different kind of woman
Oh so exotic, ask me what I am
My skin could be the topic of conversation
Let me be your caramel-coated novelty
Your hard-shelled confectionary dream
Claim the pieces of me you’ve proudly conquered
And I will carry on as your fragmented masterpiece

Victoria Iacchetta calls the West Side of Buffalo her home. It's there that she exists happily, consuming bagels and coffee in excess. Her work has previously been published by Peach Mag and Bottlecap Press.