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9:29pm--
O, my beautiful blonde Barbie,
What a pain you were to me.
Your impossible waist and hips,
Those perfectly painted lips.
From a pink and purple box,
To frilly princess socks,
Your empire was so strong,
That you had your own song.
I hated you for years,
But now I shed tears,
For those that replaced you
Have altered all that is true.
These little brats emphasize style,
Shopping, make-up, and all the while
Ignoring important things like self-esteem
Pride, confidence, and all that they mean
Barbie, you held jobs and had a life,
Worked hard, and even was a wife.
You gave girls careers to dream about,
Instead of filling them with self-doubt.
So thank you Barbie for showing me
That I could be what I wanted to be,
Whether it was a doctor, or the president
You made the possibilities evident
I see the girls today sit and cry
Painting and weighing, willing to try
Anything to be thin and beautiful.
I watch on, finding it pitiful.
So Barbie, I make this plea,
Become an activist for beauty,
And destroy the painted little brat,
So girls can be girls, and nothing than that.
This was written in response to an article i read about younger girls so worried about being sexy at such a young age, and that a shift in the ways dolls portray themselves has something to do with it.
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Posted by lusochick on 2008-08-14 00:30:45 | Rating: | Views: 32
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I hate the Brats and I have to say "go Barbie"
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Posted by theotherjim
on 2008-08-14 00:49:43
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