Don’t box me in like a Barbie
I’m not that girl
Svelte legs you may prefer
I’ve stubby legs and rolls not often adored
Corporations put on exhibition
Who I should be
She is non-existent
A vandal, not me
My body, my temple
In it I rejoice
Not perfect, just simple
My body my choice
Phony, fake and plastic
Dim witted blonde
Distributed to innocence
As an idol to be fond
Mattel made billions
On a tramp of a doll
Her deception rampant
An enchantress to all
The doll seems more
I seem less
What is my worth
With flesh I am blessed
Even with age she
Still calls out
“I am flawless,
Of yourself you must doubt”
Don’t box me in as a Barbie
I’ve had my say
Get her out of my face
Put the damn doll away
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Comments1
Packaged and marketed beauty in a society of sheep. Nicely written it speaks to individuality and beauty in other forms. Well done
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