doll

i want the ground to shake 
when i walk
when i breathe 
i want the trees to sway 

then i will know
for sure
that i am made up of
dirt and water

then i will know
for sure
that i am not some
synthetic creation
set in shrink wrap
handled with care

i will know
for sure
i am
living
breathing
miraculous

because then i can justify
why
i don’t fit in a box
designed for plastic women
curated for
kitchens and bedrooms
where dirt is not wanted
where shaky ground is suspect
where breath must ask permission

my feet will cause earthquakes
my lungs will cause hurricanes
because i am not a doll
but an act of god