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The doll people's eyes shatter like glass, with might, their hearts set to stone, and their mind clear as ice.
For all they are, and all they will be: statues with a slow-rated pulse.
The doll people have been warned, they are nothing even then with a warrant, a friend, or a Ken. They will be tossed through the mountains, forced to climb back up.
"The doll people cannot walk on their own" Says a man dressed in a suit, with his hair slid back, with perfume, with friends, with supporters, and with rights.
"You are nothing, you will be nothing" they chant, they write, they hang posters up, telling every little Barbie and every little Ken, they chant, they write, they hang posters up that says "You are nothing, you will be nothing".
Try muttering a word, try muttering two, and soon you'll be buried two times three down the dirt.
Don't try to multiply.
You are nothing, you will be nothing. For all you are and all you will be: doll-people.