I am Not a Barbie

Spoken Word

I am Not a Barbie

 

By: Grace Holt

11/16/14

 

 

It’s crazy that society tells us what we should be.

 

Trying to fit into that 10-letter word,

 

Pe-rf-ec-ti-on,

 

Perfection.

 

Little girls see perfection in Barbie dolls,

 

Then watch them come to life as models.

 

Perfect skin,

 

Beach body,

 

Shiny, long, blonde hair.

 

Guys too,

 

Ken with his abs and perfect “bone structure”

 

It’s crazy that you wonder why some of us have cuts,

 

Not only on our arms but all over our bodies.

 

Cloaking our self’s in mountains of clothing,

 

And when someone catches a sight,

 

We find our selves blaming our cat again,

 

That we don’t have.

 

Because we don’t feel good enough,

 

For anyone.

 

While we hide in our rooms,

 

Reclogging every depressing thing on Tumblr.

 

Understanding how,

 

“My mind is a tunnel, the further you go the darker it gets.”

 

And how,

 

“The human skin is hard to live in, that’s why most of us cut it open.”

 

It’s crazy that being ourselves is wrong.

 

Can’t do this.

 

Can’t do that.

 

Don’t even think that way or,

 

We will stick you in that tower of boxes of the “mental” ones.

 

While everyone else is in the perfection box.

 

The box made of,

 

Fake smiles,

 

Fake hair,

 

Fake lives.

 

The lives were everyone lives in L.A,

 

With the huge house,

 

And the back yard pool.

 

To of course host the perfect parties.

 

If you’re not in that box,

 

Then you are the wrong kind of crazy.

 

The crazies that think is okay to have,

 

Fake smiles,

 

Fake hair,

 

Fake lives.

 

If that’s what is takes for people to possibly like you.

 

So am I the crazy one because I don’t think that way?

 

Well screw your box,

 

Screw your exceptions,

 

Screw that stupid 10-letter word.

 

To you I’m the crazy one because,

 

I might want purple hair,

 

Or have a little extra weight,

 

Because I rather eat then starve myself to fit in your box.

 

I don’t need Botox,

 

Fake tans,

 

To throw up,

 

To change myself,

 

To make you happy.

 

Do you find that crazy?

 

Because I don’t, but remember to you I’m still the crazy one.

 

I can see outside the box.

 

You know that thing called reality.

 

Where some people are happy with themselves.

 

How it’s cool to be able to stop your friend in a crowed room because she has purple hair.

 

Where people get compliments on their amazing tattoos and piercings,

And not having to have a mask of make up on to feel beautiful.

 

Because I am not a Barbie,

 

I am me & that’s who I want to be. 

Author's Note

Ignore the commas and periods

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

The poem is amazing. A lesson to be learn in your words.
"Because I am not a Barbie,
I am me & that’s who I want to be. "
Above lines are true and word to be lived by. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Kittyskittles]

Love, love, love this one! You have really expressed something I have been having a hard time dealing with. Everyone expects something of you and it's really hard to fit into there "perfect" box. Your writing is so good dear! keep it up.

[JD Jessop]

"I am me and that's who I want to be" ................good final realization and message. Way to give the Hollywood mega media marketing scene the middle finger.

[alyssaruth_3]

This is amazing.


We find our selves blaming our cat again,



That we don’t have.



Because we don’t feel good enough,



For anyone.



While we hide in our rooms,



Reclogging every depressing thing on Tumblr.



Understanding how,



“My mind is a tunnel, the further you go the darker it gets.”



And how,



“The human skin is hard to live in, that’s why most of us cut it open.”
This whole poem is so real. You can almost literally see this unfolding in real life. This poem is realer than most people I talk to.

[Pryde Foltz]

We will stick you in that tower of boxes of the “mental” ones.

While everyone else is in the perfection box.

The box made of,

Fake smiles,

Fake hair,

Fake lives.

You show real inspiration and talent for one so young. I would have thought this piece was written by someone much older than 16.

[Eleanor]

Wow. This is definitely going into my library. Tells the bitter truth. The society tells us to be real but when we do so, we are picked out. Just because we are not perfect doesn't mean we are not worth it.
Everyone has flaws and no one in real life is a barbie. We should be accepting everyone even if they are too fat, too skinny, too tall, too thin etc etc, because they are human. Being neglected by everyone feels bad. Sometimes the pain gets too much and people are not able to bear it.
I love the end. It doesnt really matter what people think because you will never be perfect. F*ck them and just enjoy life. The extra weight is so much better if I get an ice cream. We are supposed to live for ourselves.
Im really loving your poetry :)

[1Disawsum]

Great poem here, unchanged by society's views. Society can't control us, media can't control our minds if we don't allow them to. This poem basically sums up the thoughts I wish to one day have! xx "My mind is a tunnel, the further you go the darker it gets". A very, very true saying. Well done.

[Maglia Weaver Twill]

Barbies are blonde usually. You have a good outlook here. Right, Katy Perry's hair is blue sometimes purple; it compliments her and is a much needed contrast to Rhianna's red. Except Whitney and tropical barbie..were not blonde. Nowadays I guess they've changed the whole appearance of them, and I was kind of partial to the ones I had received for Christmas, but they were more like presents for my mother and other kids to play with who came over.

I like how you have it centered here. I should try centering in the next poem I write!

[Justin]

that was really good, it is put together really well :)