Toy Box
But you can’t be a lesbian
her mother cried:
You played with dolls
not footballs.
You curled your hair
in pink foam rollers.
You chose,
from the hand-me-down box,
smocked and flowered dresses
instead of your brother’s blue jeans.
But what mother didn’t know
is that all the hair-curling,
and dress wearing
was so that Miss Wilson would
adore her, pet her, claim her,
kiss her.
What mother didn’t know
she cried
was that when Ken raped Barbie,
Barbie turned to Midge for comfort.
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