Movement from a Doll

At first sight, Her white skin melted the eyes of a bystander Her rosy lips curved that of a muse Her silky hair swayed loosely She made the child yearn for its beauty Forsaking memories of unpleasant events Revealing a doll’s ability to redress confidence As a reflection of the winsome whites But another doll lay shunned Her swarthy skin repudiated the eyes of a bystander Her portly lips abased the image of an angel Her coarse hair stagnated in shame She makes the child’s captivation wane Revalidating a putrid color Asserting a doll’s ability to seem not a doll But a symbol of toxic principles woven in a nation And while the white dolls decorate homes Masses of black dolls are abandoned on shelves All crying for an embrace Until a black pride movement rose Her rich lips Her transparent skin Her delicate locks Redeemed the embodiments of an equal nation