I see her lying there looking as beautiful as ever.
On my bed with her legs stretched out,
her straight blonde hair shimmered with the sun.
As I get closer to her, I hear footsteps down the hallway.
Quickly I cover her with my bed sheets.
My father walked into the room.
“Son, do you want to watch the football game with me?”
“Of course!” I said, because I’m a boy.
When he walked out of the room,
I took her in my arms and put her in her box.
“I’m sorry Barbie, I’m still not ready to tell my secret”.
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