Barbie

Barbie,

You made me obsessed with ass shots and long blonde hair.

The smile stuck on your face made me scream with pain.

I was inspired to maintain a plastic expression telling these niggas money or get the fuck on.

I cried every night the lights went out.

Barbie,

You made me want to push a pink Lamborghini with rims fully paid for from a trick.

As I aspired to maintain a plastic lifestyle, my lonely nights filled me with spite as my mascara ran from the tears flooding my eyes, wetting my designer pillow case. I wont be able to get that stain out.

Barbie,

You encouraged me to give up my dream of being an MC with tight flows and tight jeans.

As I aspired to maintain a plastic career I traded in my lyrics for tighter pants, bigger tits and lips that poke out enticing niggas that passed.

Barbie,

As I laid down attempting to chase a synthetic life, my legs shaking and sweating out a perm, my heart felt empty. A familiar void that shot pain up my chest and stopped in my throat.

A lump that couldn’t be swallowed down.

I closed my eyes tight.

He thought he was tearing it up.

Barbie,

You urged me to stalk a plastic goal that I can’t get enough of.

Keeping a Barbie inspired plastic expression, I told him to leave a knot on the dresser for shopping.

More expensive bags to fill in my emptiness like acrylic nails.

He left.

I grabbed my Barbie to keep me company and cried in the shower.

 *Poem Owned by Asata Asani. If you like share but give credit :)*