You deck my doby lavishly,
I’m sleek and overfed;
And yet my soul is perishing,
Denied of daily bread.
You make a plaything of my life,
My every trust betray,
And when I would be penitent,
You kiss my prayers away.
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Toy
by Georgia Douglas Johnson
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