I buy my white daughter a black doll and she cries and she sleeps and she rides through our kitchen in a pink stroller. She takes a tiny bottle in her pursed lips, and every night she takes a bubble bath. As my daughter drapes a washcloth across her brown shoulders and down her delicately […]
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