I was once a real girl with a happy, normal life.
Met a boy who told me I would be his little wife.
He told me that he loved me; wouldn't change me for the world.
After that, he started playing little mind games on his girl.
He told me I was pretty but I'd need a better face.
My lips too thin, my chin to small; they'd need to be replaced.
My boobs were great, he told me, but could be a little bigger.
My ass, a lift; my gut, a tuck. My thighs should be made thicker.
I was so confused; never was I this harangued!
I gave in, found me a surgeon, and began to make the change.
The day will never pass me when I'll forget how it all went.
How the surgeons cut my body, how they pushed and pulled and rent!
How the pain so racked my body, how the meds put me to sleep.
How I used to silently slip into bed and start to weep.
Finally, the time had come to free myself from bandage hell.
I guess that he was happy; all he said was, "That went well.
Now we have to dress you up, dollface!" And here's where he went wrong.
I saw that he had meant to make me Barbie all along.
He took me to some clothing stores; no name brands, just generic.
When I asked him for a pretty dress, he damn near went hysteric.
Somewhere, while we were shopping, I felt something leave my soul.
I felt all my self-esteem and confidence grow dead and cold.
We made our purchases and walked out through the double door.
Yet I could not help but spare a fleeting gaze upon the store.
I knew there was no way but I had to make sure for myself.
Perhaps I left those parts of me upon some distant, back-aisle shelf.
I looked behind to see the doors and windows turn to black;
It was Fate's way to make me see there was no going back.
After that, it seemed like he was always at my side.
You never saw a guy more mushy over his new bride.
The years went on, but not for long; He'd found a new project.
This time it wasn't me, but rather some new, trashy pet.
I really was his Barbie......just a life-like doll for boys.
Now, I'm tossed inside his closet with his other dusty toys.
Author notes
Just a little piece to say that at least one guy out there is aware of the pressure we as males put on women to be acceptable in our sight. Long live natural beauty!!!
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Comments
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woww....
That's really cool that at least some of you guy's understand what women get put throught

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Wow! this really pulled me right in. Just excellent! Seems you really do understand. A wonderful message and the rhyme and flow just held me all the way through.
Best wishes in the contest! Love it!
Gaylene


