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Dolled up
That chin, those thighs, that vacant stare.
Whispers that "she'll never go anywhere."
She has warmth and she has depth.
All of those voices hang in the air,
Killing everything she meant to mean.
Why won't they look twice,
Just because she's not the blushing bride?
Never a claim of flawlessness was made.
"I'm just a girl," she said,
"I'm not a doll,
I was never made of plastic parts.
And I'm not asking to be sold."
Words were said so pure and true,
But the lips they left were badly glossed.
So they censored her words,
Made her face blurred,
And all of her beauty was lost.
"I've given up" she says,
"The world isn't ready for truth,
and here's the proof."
They made her out to have told a lie.
"But I never said I was fine china."
