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

[Nitesh Mahabal]

Blunt Truth n Honest Veiw... Good work mam.

[BlueDreams]

Great concept of modern poetry :) A message is conveyed to be yourself, not what society wants you to be :) Keep it up :)
100/100