So...I was going through some old poems I wrote when i used to write frequently. Smh, I need to get back on it. I forgot I had wrote this one.....ENJOY!
[Excuse the way it is typed..I was going through a little phase when I thought I'd type all my shit like that..smh!] EDIT: I came back and fixed the way it was typed, it was realllyyyyy bothering me to see it! Ughh!
-----UNPERFECT BARBIE-----
The way I live is like a false reality...
Like a toyland ====> & Im the BARBiiE
My world seems as if Im trapped in plastic
................................I can not breathe
I only move at the control of their hands
Im made up to perfection but no true happiness
I sit with that permanent smile on my face
========> unable to show emotion
because I'm trapped.................
trapped in this colorful box with a film of plastic.
My body is in a weird pose...but still I'm smiling.
My hands are pressed against the film...
begging someone to save me from this box
...to purchase me and save me from display.
&& SOMEONE does..........
SOMEONE likes my look & the possibilities they see in me
SOMEONE purchases me & takes me home
rips me from my box...my safe enviornment
careful to save the wrapping just incase
...just incase Im not exactly what they want
Im immediatley thrown into my new life...
my new surroundings--to see how I work.
They move me around making up things they think I would say...
...............................things I would never say.
Smiling trapped in plastic--yea thats how I feel
They control my movement...what I wear...everything but my mind.
So quickly they realize Im boring--Just another toy
.....just another toy that can be tossed to the side
They put me back in the box--
positioning me in an even wierder position, my hair a little tossled
& they return me to where I came from.
...Return me because once again I am unwanted.
Once again i am just on display
Waiting....
Waiting on my next potential owner to use me and toss me back into this box.
............toss me back like trash
My life is on display.........
My heart lies cold and hard...like plastic
...Just another unperfected BARBiiE!
-December 1, 2008
13 comments:
Love the poem. I like the second stanza.
If there was ever going to be a Barbie movement, I would want it to be a contemplative one like this... Not the "grown ass women wearing pink extensions" one Nicki Minaj is trying to put out there...
YO! so i love your blog..and i am now following!
i love that poem.. you need to put more up here boo
Robyn, you did a great poem there, really makes a person think!
Secretia
I love this metaphor Robyn...In this game of life, we feel like puppets in some sort or fashion...Great write!!
*wipe a lil tear*
Im not big into poetry but I really liked this. damn, girl.
...now WHo knew yo azz had talent..
you better werk....!!
Loved it.
i absolutely loved this !
I thought this piece was haunting, you REALLY nailed this one. I agree with what F said... this is the way Barbies should be thought about nowadays.
Also, it took me about half an hour to move the screen down to even read this post ...because of that banner of yours. Just when I thought I was clear, you had those photos on the side and there went my entire hour.
You're gorgeous, Miss Robyn.
-K. Michel of K. Michel Press
im lovin this. you cn write ya ass of shortiie. i wanna read more barsz from you
-Cook.ThePoet.
damn you illy betchh!
dope poem
Cool blog...Im following you.
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