because you couldn’t comb her hair out
Your mother bought you newer, prettier models
because you told her that you wouldn’t play with me
but is it my fault that my hair is so tangled and matted?
I am the Barbie that you tossed in a corner
because you cut all her hair off
Your mother bought you younger, sluttier models
because you told her that you wouldn’t play with me
but is it my fault that you cut all my hair off?
I never held those scissors, didn’t place them in your hand
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