Barbie Maria
The little girl’s mom Tila, worked hard to save enough money
It was her baby girl’s birthday, how she loved her miel, her honey
She saw a Barbie doll that stood in the window at Catarina’s Boutique
Wearing a traditional dress embroidered, flowered details so unique
Sugar skulls glisten and a crown of marigolds adorn her hair
A Mexicana Barbie with long dark braids nothing would compare
Complemented by a golden yellow flowery headband
The dolls face and body a beautiful color of ochre, tanned
Spotted by the little girl on their walk through the city
Calling out, que bonita! Mamita she is really pretty
Maria Barbie printed on the box, like hers it was the same
She knew she had to have her, when learned she shared her name
Tila rushed home to put in the order on the phone
The line went dead and then it was a muted tone
She prayed that the order went through that day
And hoped it would be received on her daughter’s birthday
Because of the power outage in Pueblo, a small town
The Barbie doll was gone, lost and could not be found
Tila was sad when she told her miel it was the last one of her kind
Don’t cry mamita, I already prayed another little girl Barbie Maria will find
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