Vending Machine

I came from a vending machine
Mommy calls it a miracle
She calls me her princess
Daddy calls it picking the gender
But I don’t want this
I wasn’t a miracle
I wasn’t handcrafted by them
I was handcrafted by science, by technology
Mommy wanted a girl
Daddy wanted big eyes
They wanted straight hair
They didn’t want me
They wanted the perfect baby
But I couldn’t do that for them
I’m not a princess
I’m not a Mrs.Potato head
But people tell me
You, you are perfect
They made you like this
You have to be perfect
You were expensive
The vending machine was expensive
People give me pink dresses and girly dolls
But they never gave me any thought
Why do I have to be a product?
What if I wanted to be human?

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