My mother's doll

I am my Mother's doll
She does my hair 
And picks my clothes for me
I am my Mother's doll
 
Chained and unable to speak
What I do and think restricted
Glass eyes with hollow emotions
A pretty face but never smiles
A puppet of her will
Dressed in rich clothes
Silk, jewels, perfume, velvet
This is not what I need
 
Freedom is what I seek
 
I am my Mother's doll
Dancing to her rhythm
Singing to her beat
I am my mother's doll
 
Chained and unable to speak
What I do and think restricted
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