Dolls Can Tell Secrets
Dolls can tell secrets. I know this sounds crazy, but its true. When I was a kid I had alot of barbie dolls, most of them were white. I would sit happily in my room for hours talking to them and brushing their silkey hair. Then one day when I was four, my step-grandmothet bought me a black barbie doll. I thought she was ugly, she had dark skin and jacked up hair, that looked as if someone just stapled her hair on her head. I know my grandma just wanted me to embrace my black side by giving me the doll, but it didn't help me mently at all. I nevered played with her, and if I did I usually made her the enemy. My Great-Aunt who is biracial didn't like black people because they mistreated her when she was a child. She use to tell me not to play with them. This made me hate myself because part of me is black. Also, the kids at school use to tease me and beat me up because I have a rainbow background : Native american, black, french, and creole.
When I was ten all of this hatrid melted away when I got a barbie doll named Imani for Christmas. She was beautiful, I love her chocolate brown skin and long dark hair. I even introduced her to my other dolls and they all became friends. When i was thirteen I finally let go and put my dolls in the attic. They are in a large box, closed with duck tape. My secrets are buried in their minds. If any one opened it, I bet my dolls would blurt out everything. Especially that ugly doll, she would have some horrible stories to tell, which is all about her days in crib-jail.