Do you see me?

Do you see me?

What am I to you
What do you think of when you look at me
I'd like to know
What it is you see
Am I a paper doll
Which you dress up and dress down on a whim
And then toss in a forgotten drawer
After you tear off my limb
Am I a plastic doll
With a plastic house and a plastic bed
Your superficial plaything
A plastic body and an empty head
Am I a porcelain doll
Which you admire and put on a pedestal
Surrounded by dust, left cold and
Alone in a box made of crystal
Or do you see the womb-myn that stands before you
That bleeds like you do, thinks like you do,
And feels like you do.
Tell me, what it is you see.