dolls
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When I think poverty, here's what I see,
Beaten down faces and thousands of frowns
Shutdown dreams in the land of the free
I killed him
I killed the man in my dreams
the man who looked me in the eyes
the man who stole my self-esteem
Plastic models fake the semblance
of the girls they’ll never be.
Dressed immaculately in
lurid laces, lush and lively
their faces melt
under fluorescent lights.
Doll’s faces, big deal.
A time bomb of innocence
Beginning from the first pain.
30 minutes of the time, molested away.
"Dont tell, Dont tell,"
the sinner would say.
She watches the world
Not saying a word
Playing silently with her doll
When her parent's heads are turned
She cuts her doll apart
"No one is this perfect"
