Welcome to barbie land...
You set me down
Like a dolled up Barbie
But that’s what I’m not
Don’t change me
By the way I dress
Or the way I talk
Push me through the doors
Entering into your world
Duplicates of each print
Copied
Undone
Copied again
Until I am her and she is me
I am not her
She is not me
Unless I was on LSD
Then we can twirl around this crazy world
Yet the only drugs that enter me
Are drug A, B, and C
I shall leave this world you perceive
As being the only way to live
Yet I know there are other directions to take
One in which allows you to be you
And me to be me
Slamming those pink gates
Leaving only a slight mark on your face
“Don’t worry there’s plastic surgery for that”, I say
Leaving only the wind at your feet
I spread my wings
And flew away
For now I reside in a land of massive trees
Fairies on colorful mushroom tops
Flowers blooming all around
As the birds chirps
Where I can be
Just me
With that silly smile across my face
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this i how i deal with conforming to things i never want to... i visit this speical land in which i can just be... thats how i like it...
candy
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Hey Candy.
There is a book of really neat Barbie poems out their by the same woman who did those morbid Barbie photos. I forget her name. I loved her Sylvia Plath barbie with its head in the magic chef oven. I think you could play around with the images and look at how barbie actually is sexless and hard-breasted, wasp-waisted, non-posteriored. etc. I think there is more here of your girlhood to be told.
Lucy
thanks...
candy