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Thursday, August 25, 2011

Her visual was flawless
She was every little girl’s dream
But I didn’t understand why she couldn’t be fed
Her stiffness was a mystery
I needed to hear how she felt
What she felt
She was too skinny
So with a needle I slashed open her lips
She was finally free
I stuffed some rice and beans inside her mouth
Her head grew bigger with all that food
She was no longer a beautiful Barbie
At least I can feed her