My Dolly
My Dolly's like me.
Her eyes are blue
But when I smack her,
Or whack her,
Her skin doesn't bleed!
She doesn't cry,
Her hair stays still,
My dolly's like me
When my bruises are gone.
This was first written in 2011 and yet abuse is still a wicked part of our society
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