Barbie and BacardiA Poem by SmileBig :)They call her barbie, the “men” with bald heads, reeking of
weed and Bacardi have the nerve to call her Barbie. They look at her blonde
hair and blue eyes and said thats all you need in this life, thats how you
survive the world…they tell her with a laugh so heavy that she's nothing but a
spoiled girl, and i hear this said more thank you think, “you can’t do
anything…important, you’re just someone who can w***e her way through it,
you’re just here so society can have some fun, so men can f**k! Nice legs and
an a*s, without that you’re nothing but trash” but why cant they see that she’s
more than that? That girl on the corner, that girl in class with the same
outfit as yesterday, the one who's hair looks like a lions main, or the one who
bragged about getting laid by someone twice her age, are still people. How can
anyone judge who they dont understand? That girl on the corner? She’s had sex
with only one, one that she’s loved. That girl in class? t she couldn't go
home, her dad was drunk and feeling “alone”. That girl with the messy hair? He
was a stranger, and she was scared. And that girl bragging about getting laid?
She was just lonely. Women are not toys of society, we fight for civil
liberties, and men or woman, we are all the same species. They had the nerve to
call her barbie, those men drunk off Bacardi. But she is more than that, she is
not barbie, she is every girl, and every woman, and every man too. She is you,
and she is me, so goodbye barbie, goodbye judgmental society. © 2017 SmileBig :)Reviews
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1 Review Added on May 6, 2017 Last Updated on May 6, 2017 AuthorSmileBig :)AboutHi! How are you all doing? Writing, teaching, and math are my passions, if you're curious. I have so much love for math. It makes me feel alive. more..Writing
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