These dolls said that
My unfortunate generations
are kept in the scorching sun by their savage masters
I suffer in the market to sell
new clothes everyday!
A secret desire of freedom from the market is growing inside us!
I also have feelings and affection in my heart
Many dreams for my children too!
Don't make the mistake of reading my slavery from my face, Sir!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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