She, such a happy girl,
Barbie like in her tranquillity,
Blonde plaits fat with price attack,
Frame finely boned and finer fleshed,
Fishlike pallor of the undead young.
She personification of your covergirl dream,
Personality without the reality.
And yet, is it all true?
This the blonde fallacy,
The covergirl dream has reality.
Washed out blue eyes
See more then they let on,
The barbie doll, abandoned to the sea of a girl childs floor
Witness of the domestic terrors that haunt her animated reflection.
What see you Barbie girl?
Marionette, shop mannequin,
Store bought fashion and store bought thought,
Store bought or do you buy me?
Do I carelessly ignore
The glance of your made up eyes,
That assisted pink mouths quiet murmerings.
Assumption and conjuncture,
Your doll face has been slotted
And your words meaning, drifts by unseen,
Diffused into the sea of thought around me.
Yet I find myself considering,
Somehow the whispers have drifted in,
Your not so stupid after all;
I am guilty of the same crime
As the racist and the sexist,
The hanson’s of this realm,
Words echo does the rounds
– prejudice, it has no bounds.
Barbie like in her tranquillity,
Blonde plaits fat with price attack,
Frame finely boned and finer fleshed,
Fishlike pallor of the undead young.
She personification of your covergirl dream,
Personality without the reality.
And yet, is it all true?
This the blonde fallacy,
The covergirl dream has reality.
Washed out blue eyes
See more then they let on,
The barbie doll, abandoned to the sea of a girl childs floor
Witness of the domestic terrors that haunt her animated reflection.
What see you Barbie girl?
Marionette, shop mannequin,
Store bought fashion and store bought thought,
Store bought or do you buy me?
Do I carelessly ignore
The glance of your made up eyes,
That assisted pink mouths quiet murmerings.
Assumption and conjuncture,
Your doll face has been slotted
And your words meaning, drifts by unseen,
Diffused into the sea of thought around me.
Yet I find myself considering,
Somehow the whispers have drifted in,
Your not so stupid after all;
I am guilty of the same crime
As the racist and the sexist,
The hanson’s of this realm,
Words echo does the rounds
– prejudice, it has no bounds.
