As a doll, I was made to be adored, and cherished.
As a perfume, I was meant to be sniffed by power and recognised by malice.
As a string of pearls, I was to be bought by a certain price, well over what it took to make.
As a pinstriped suit, I was made to impress, and stir up an aire of assumption.
As a kite, I was made to be light, dancing, airey, and entertaining.
As a woman, it seems, I was meant to be inanimate.