Mold her like a plastic doll,
no emotions to involve.
Buckle shoes then dress her up,
never fill her empty cup.
She will listen to demands,
bends swiftly to all commands,
no clear views shine from her eyes,
watch strange self esteems fly high.
Satisfies their wants and needs,
always follow as they lead.
Selfish ways arrogant acts,
blind eyes to all foreseen facts.
Plastic feelings soon dictate,
numbness festers into hate,
see pure trust disintegrate,
pretend smiles make it all great.
Accept both the heart and mind,
each toy is “one of a kind”,
shapable for every view,
walk through life without a clue.
Watch her eyes reflect her soul,
regains power, gains control.
Pull the anchor, sails her boat,
let it go, so true self floats.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Written for FFFC #216 hosted by Fandango
You know Grace, I remember several girls back in the day, who got plastic surgery to try to look like Barbie. It was such a sad situation, to lose yourself and your identity into the superficial and artificial that leaves you without substance. Great poem, and that picture is such a sad example of reality. 😥
I remember that, I actually heard of a Barbie lookalike a couple of years back. Glad you enjoyed it, my friend. Thank you 💕
My pleasure my friend. Great insight, albeit quite sad! Thank you for sharing! 😊💖🤗
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Great take on the prompt, Grace. Very powerful. Love the last verse on taking back one’s power!
Thanks so much, Suzette. Glad you enjoyed it, my friend 💕😊💕
You are most welcome, my friend. Cheers!
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lovely how you always end with hope. 🙏🤍
Thanks so much, Destiny.💕
welcome 🤍
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I have a very small Barbie collection. mostly crossover or mash-ups. I have a mint in box Adam West Batman Ken doll. No judging please, LOL>
That’s awesome. Definitely no judgement here. I have so many toys too. A cabbage patch, some He- Man figurines, and other nostalgic goodies.💕🤣💕
I love this message of self-worth and seizing your own future 💗
Thanks so much. Happy you liked it 💕
Oh my dear friend, you are super damn n wondeeful. what an excellently penned poem with the comparision from plastic Doll to a powerful fact. Loved it much dear Grace ❤
So happy you enjoyed it, my friend. Thank you so much. Truly appreciate your kind response, dear Suma.💕
Too many never really escape the Barbie syndrome. Great writing!
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When I read your poem I saw Barbie as a metaphor for that endless search we women go on for beauty, only to learn too late in life that it all was in vain. Great poem.
Wonderful. Thanks so much. Glad you enjoyed it.💕
You’ve captured this image so well with your words.
Thank you so much, Sadje.💕
My pleasure
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She was one of a kind once I cut her hair 😉 Great poem.
I cut her hair too 🤣
I was 8 and I couldn’t figure out why her ponytail was lopsided to a point after that! Dolls need a “grow hair” button…. 😉
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Profound lyrics you deliver today, friend Grace. Written not so far from this reality where the superficial and the search for perfection is filled by vanity.
A pleasure to read you.
Best regards.
Thank you so much. So true. Hugs to you dear friend.💕
What a great piece Grace. I remember my Barbie days so painful. I’m glad I retired her. Such a vital and important read. 💗
Glad you enjoyed. Thank you so much, dear Cindy 💕
I absolutely did Grace! You’re most welcome! 💞
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Such a great take on the image prompt Grace 🙌
Thank you so much, Angela. Glad you liked it.💕
Excellent piece Grace, a well observed and insightful commentary on our attachment to dolls and our obsession with plastic “Beauty”.
Signed
An appreciate
And long suffering
Ken.
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So happy you enjoyed it, Ken. Thanks so much. Truly appreciate it.💕
You’re most welcome Grace! 🙏😁😊
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Love the wisdom in your words Grace!
The world will rejoice when we will all regain our own power. 💗
Thanks so much, Marie. Absolutely 💕
So lovely verses, Grace…each toy is “one of a kind”. One more inspiring gem 💎❤️
Thanks so much, KK💕
My pleasure 💖
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You hit the spot with this one, Grace. Excellent take on the photo prompt! 💫
Happy you enjoyed it, Nancy. Thank you 💕
True, sad, and scary … Wow!
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Real love, breaks the mold, frees heart and soul to be, the authentic you!
Absolutely. Beautifully stated, dear Warren.💕
This was great! I used to love playing Barbies. My best friend and I would play for hours and pretend that out crayon was a cigarette. We smoked while we played! LOLOLOL
We were so ridiculous! LOL
I loved Barbies too. Did you ever get the candy and gum cigarettes? They were delicious but so bad now that I look back at it.💕🤣🤣🤣💕
Yes we had thosee too. We would sit outside and pretend to smoke. LOLOLOL
Why did a company make that mess? LOL
I know , I’m glad I didn’t witness my kids with these.🤣🤣🤣
Same! LOLOLOL
What a well done response to the prompt, Grace! 💞💞💞
Thanks so much, Dawn 💕