Dolls Lie Naked On The Floor
They emerge new
They emerge fresh
All in their Sunday best
Displayed in rows
Garments sparkling
Bejeweled and pink faced
Waiting to be bought
Waiting to be sold
Mutual benefit
Buyers go crazy
Though many they have
Back home
They still covet
Still lust
Still dream
Once purchased
The garments come off
Swapped
Repainted, redesigned
Accessorized
A pink kitchen maybe
A pretty purse in hand
High heels
New home
A tea party even
To mingle
Play pretend
Withstanding weeks
Of abuse
Twisted in body
Used
Consumed
Devoured
Broken arms, broken legs
Dolls lie naked
On the floor
Red lipstick smeared
Hair a mess
Dolls lie naked on the floor
There are new ones
In the market
Fresh, in season
The Child Brides of India
With dolls
Lie naked on the floor
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