Through rose tinted glasses
She has seen the world
She is a plastic piece,
Nothing penetrates the surface
Aqua-emotions escape her
In fleeting moments of boisterous show
The spectacle of materialism
Barbie
Monday, June 20, 2005
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7 comments:
reminds meof that song by acqua and mallrats
you are a special girl
Another one !!!
Wise piece of observation!!!
For a change, I am keeping the comment short ;)
Good poem-Statistically Barbie's feet are too small to counterbalence her breasts. It's a shame they don't make dolls that look like real humans-no wonder they call it plastic surgery.
I want to link your blog, hope you don't mind
yeah, i often feel that it's got to be true. (the line from anne frank, i mean). so beautiful...
lol,Barbie- it's amazing how this plaything has evolved into a symbol that stands for outrage towards a world that demands insane levels of superficiality from you just because you happen to possess a vagina...
So how's college treating you?
Gulnaz-> You're just too nice to me! Love you :)
Jac-> Hi! Yes and more to come...
Sameer-> Short and sweet, yes. But I do enjoy reading your longer responses too. Hope you know that.
Sue-> Great observation and I agree. Please do go ahead and link to my blog. The more the merrier :)
Nayan-> Very interesting comment. College is wonderful. Hectic but great.
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