the show is at 6pm at the orange peel in asheville, nc. i’ll be one of 5-10 poets performing. these are two of the pieces that i’m planning on doing that nite….<\/p>\n
That Barbie Poem<\/p>\n
My name is Barbie
\nBut I\u2019m not a doll
\nIt doesn\u2019t say Mattel
\nUpon my heel.
\nI\u2019m not the babe
\nWho sits on the shelf
\nI can think and speak and feel.<\/p>\n
My hair requires no gels or sprays,
\nMy cheeks aren\u2019t a blushing pink.
\nMy legs are shapely\u2026.
\nMy chest is not,
\nIf you press my back, my eye won\u2019t wink.<\/p>\n
I don\u2019t have matching accessories
\nBut I come complete with a brain.
\nI don\u2019t have a dream house
\nOr a pink car,
\nAnd I wasn\u2019t made to entertain.<\/p>\n
So don\u2019t tell me you undressed a Barbie once,
\nAnd that you\u2019d like to do it again.
\nBecause I am not a Barbie Doll
\nAnd you sure as hell aren\u2019t Ken.
\n.
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\nOde to my Critics….<\/p>\n
This is a poem of slamming doors,
\nof endless questions and pacing floors.
\nThis is a rant of wonder why\u2019s,
\nof temper tantrums and scattered cries.
\nAnd this is the place I wanted to see,
\nand I am the girl I needed to be,
\nand this is the way I can say it all,
\n\u2018cause now is the time when I have to fall.<\/p>\n
The song that is playing is on repeat
\nand the guy that I love is always sweet,
\nbut everything else is a fucking mess,
\nand my mind needs a place to sit and rest.
\nSo the words that I\u2019m spewing are overdone
\nand all I am doing is just for fun.
\nIf that\u2019s the case why the hell do you care?
\nSee, you ride in a box while I take the stairs.<\/p>\n
So what if I lose or what if I win?
\n\u2018Cause I am the one who lives in my sins.
\nI\u2019d never tell you to be happy or sad.
\n\u201cI dropped my smile?\u201d well too fucking bad.
\nI guess what I\u2019m saying is I am just me.
\nAnd I said it before, that\u2019s who I need to be.
\nAnd I shouldn\u2019t explain my life all the time,
\nwhy I never smoke pot and I write in a rhyme.<\/p>\n
So don\u2019t ask me why I love him so much.
\nWhy we\u2019re always kissing and just have to touch.
\nAnd I will not explain why I\u2019m not in your bed,
\nor why guys like you can\u2019t get into my head,
\n\u2018cause this is a poem for me to write
\nand this is the way I spend my nites….<\/p>\n
The coffee I drink is brewed in my veins
\nand the song in my head has been ingrained.
\nThe girl in my pen is alive in this book,
\nbut she isn\u2019t me if you bother to look.
\nAnd the girl in my past really had it quite hard,
\nbut she couldn\u2019t care less, so don\u2019t send a card.
\nAnd the girl that you see may look pretty to you,
\nin a short little dress and some high heeled shoes.
\nBut I\u2019m not into looks \u2018cause they never last,
\nso wait \u2018till I\u2019m sixty to check out my ass.<\/p>\n
The body I\u2019m in was a gift from my mom
\nand it\u2019s really not weak, though I wouldn\u2019t say strong.
\nBut she gave it to me to use as I please,
\nit\u2019s lasted okay, but I\u2019ve worn out the knees….
\nSee, I\u2019ve groveled too much for the life that I want.
\nI\u2019ve put up with violence and childish taunts,
\nso now is the time to use what I have,
\n\u2018cause the backbone I own was a gift from my dad.<\/p>\n
And you can\u2019t tell me why and you can\u2019t dictate how,
\nit seems that my spine is too \u201cstrait\u201d to bow.
\nYes I am in love with the way that I give
\nand I am alive for how I choose to live.
\nIf cancer can\u2019t stop me, why do you think you can?
\nI\u2019m not just a groupie for your little band.
\nI\u2019m a leader you see, and I follow myself.
\nI guess it\u2019s the best for my mental health.
\nThat is all I am saying, I do this for me.
\nMy opinion is all that should matter you see.
\n\u201cYou can\u2019t take it with you,\u201d or so I\u2019ve been told,
\nso I\u2019ll keep being real \u2018till I\u2019m frail and old.<\/p>\n
And I\u2019ll look back on life when I finally die
\nand all that I\u2019ll have is the fact that I\u2019ve tried.
\nAnd I\u2019ll know that my trip has been worth the risk,
\nif just for the fact of the boy that I kiss.
\nHe\u2019s riding shotgun on this journey I take,
\nand we\u2019re doing okay, although we make mistakes.
\nWe\u2019re together in this in a beat to shit van
\nbut we\u2019re having a blast every chance that we can.
\nWe\u2019ve been driving along without air in the tires
\nand the fluids are leaking all over the wires,
\nstill my mission is true and my timing is good
\nand the tanks filled with gas and I rest when I should.
\nI know that I\u2019m bound to get there someday,
\nto the place in my life where I will be safe.
\nThough I don\u2019t have a map my direction is clear,
\nin fact I\u2019m so close I can see it from here.<\/p>\n
And I\u2019m not gonna guess at half empty or full,
\nI\u2019m no optimist but at least nothing\u2019s dull.
\nIt\u2019s a whirlwind of chaos that carries me off.
\nIt\u2019s a baffling buoyancy which keeps me aloft.
\nAnd the cost that I\u2019m paying is not cheap at all,
\nbut it\u2019s worth all I\u2019m saying \u2018cause it\u2019s my time to fall.<\/p>\n
All the doors I have slammed are closed up for now
\nand so it\u2019s your turn to get really loud.
\nStep up to the mike and scream a few lines.
\nYou don\u2019t have to make sense or yell in a rhyme.
\nJust speak how you feel and make it all fun,
\n\u2018cause I have been Barbie and my tantrum is done
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\ni’m still trying to decide on two other poems. possibly one question and i’m reworking one called “the meeting”.<\/p>\n
thanks for playing….barbie.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
the show is at 6pm at the orange peel in asheville, nc. i’ll be one of 5-10 poets performing. these are two of the pieces that i’m planning on doing that nite…. That Barbie Poem My name is Barbie But I\u2019m not a doll It doesn\u2019t say Mattel Upon my heel. I\u2019m not the babe […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[41],"tags":[262],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.barbieangell.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/81"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.barbieangell.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.barbieangell.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.barbieangell.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.barbieangell.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=81"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.barbieangell.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/81\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.barbieangell.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=81"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.barbieangell.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=81"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.barbieangell.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=81"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}