I see the little girls
come to some bright hotel
believing they have arrived
in ideal weather
for a day of sightseeing
I hold their hands
small girls
in mid December
not ideal weather
and I am thankful
that they are not
as yet
burdened
as others
with child
I see them hopeless
as dolls
with nylon hair
made only
for punitive measures
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