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

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  1. 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. πŸ˜₯

    1. That’s awesome. Definitely no judgement here. I have so many toys too. A cabbage patch, some He- Man figurines, and other nostalgic goodies.πŸ’•πŸ€£πŸ’•

  2. 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 ❀

  3. 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.

  4. Excellent piece Grace, a well observed and insightful commentary on our attachment to dolls and our obsession with plastic “Beauty”.

    An appreciate
    And long suffering


  5. So lovely verses, Grace…each toy is β€œone of a kind”. One more inspiring gem πŸ’Žβ€οΈ

  6. 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

    1. 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.πŸ’•πŸ€£πŸ€£πŸ€£πŸ’•

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