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My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys

Elizabeth Cotton

You're a doll, darling, and you are too

Pretty painted faces, those long Barbie legs

Perfect blonde hair, pageant queen smiles

Has he left you in the corner, too, hollow inside

We form an unlikely sisterhood of broken girls

Because my boy only breaks his favorite toys

Cuts their hair short and twists their arms

And he will never change, never learn to care--

There is always the next model willing to play.



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