Poetry Corner- Barbie Doll

This poem was written about a former friend. It was originally titled with her name but in an effort to be kind, yes I try, I have simply changed it back to its working title.

Barbie Doll



Barbie doll.
A painted smile
around perfect teeth.
Blond hair
lies perfect around soulless eyes.
The perfect girl--
tiny with a hollow brain.
You have no true feelings
with a soul, plastic like your body.

No heart
under perfect clothes.
No one trusts you
because you play multiple parts--
business woman, caretaker, friend
but those roles aren’t real;
it's all pretend.
You belong to everyone.
Millions of clones just like you,

thrown away when playtime is through.
You have no real value
and they move on.

You play with all the kens,
never afraid to steal another doll's man.
But the kens outgrow you

and long for reality
and you find yourself
at the bottom of a Goodwill bin.