"The longer I gazed at the dolls, / The more aware I became / Of what terrible uniformity they suffered: / Light skin. Blue eyes. Blond hair—straight. / (Dominique and I both have brown skin. Brown eyes. Black hair—frizzy.) / Such could be expected from society: The bright, light, white standards of beauty. / Surely in this day and age / There had to be different dolls somewhere."
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