Doll face

Society is killing its own children 
Like placing nooses around their necks 
Humanity torturing its younger brethren  
and writing unreasonable cheques 
Little girls who deny perfection 
eventually grow used to rejection 
See, a doll face is for your own protection 
And society wishes for a whole collection 

The trick is to make them insecure 
Tricking and lying until one’s voice is sore 
To point out their flaws from an early age 
Once she hates her face we’re on the same page
The quicker they learn, the better
And if she begs daddy for a surgery, let her

Little girls pumped with silicone 
Doctors drawing lines on her cheekbone 
Looking all fully grown
Little girls pointing at their shiny selfies
“Make me look like this, please”
Line after line
Stitch after stitch 
Stay still, try not to twitch 
I’m nearly done with your redesign 
I want to make you divine
so have patience, little witch 

Smooth skin made of porcelain
Glossy giant-size baby eyes  
Bony hips and plump cherry lips 
and forcing feet into shoes that don’t fit 
and mothers playing dress-up with their favorite little doll
ever since they first learnt how to crawl 
So innocently tearing each other apart 
So nonchalantly crushing one’s own heart  
The World sure could use a restart!

Before the little girls go insane 
Realizing a doll face is impossible to attain 
For it all to have been in vain 
Yet they went through all that pain 
with nothing to gain 

Could you adults care to explain? 
The point of this constant strain 
Is there something wrong with my brain? 
For something to be so normal yet inhumane
Is it weird for kids to constantly complain? 

In the end only dolls will remain 
The plain and the mundane 
all died trying to become one 
Where are all the kids? There are none