Someone Elses's DollA Poem by [ x ] Mayo [ x ]God's toy..?? I brush my Barbie’s hair
And sit her down with Ken
We’re placed into this world
Scared to leave our den
Smile stuck on her face
Until the paint starts peeling
We may have freedom of speech
But were punished for portraying what were feeling
© 2008 [ x ] Mayo [ x ]Author's Note
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