Barbie Doll
Barbie Doll
By Marge Piercy
This girlchild was born as usual
and presented dolls that did pee-pee
and miniature GE stoves and irons
and wee lipsticks the color of cherry candy.
Then in the magic of puberty, a classmate said:
You have a great big nose and fat legs.
She was healthy, tested intelligent,
possessed strong arms and back,
abundant sexual drive and manual dexterity.
She went to and fro apologizing.
Everyone saw a fat nose on thick legs.
She was advised to play coy,
exhorted to come on hearty,
exercise, diet, smile and wheedle.
Her good nature wore out
like a fan belt.
So she cut off her nose and her legs
and offered them up.
In the casket displayed on satin she lay
with the undertaker's cosmetics painted on,
a turned-up putty nose,
dressed in a pink and white nightie.
Doesn't she look pretty? everyone said.
Consummation at last.
To every woman a happy ending.
We read that in my poetry class today. I believe it has relevance to a bunch of people. I know I am insecure about myself, but I will never be pushed so far as to kill myself. The poem just meant something to me, and I thought I would throw it in here for good measure. :-p I know Im morbid... but I think its something a bunch of people have to deal with.
That is all for now. Maybe there will be more later.
** I love and miss my honey. *snuggle* I hope you know that. I can't wait to see you again on friday. :) **
By Marge Piercy
This girlchild was born as usual
and presented dolls that did pee-pee
and miniature GE stoves and irons
and wee lipsticks the color of cherry candy.
Then in the magic of puberty, a classmate said:
You have a great big nose and fat legs.
She was healthy, tested intelligent,
possessed strong arms and back,
abundant sexual drive and manual dexterity.
She went to and fro apologizing.
Everyone saw a fat nose on thick legs.
She was advised to play coy,
exhorted to come on hearty,
exercise, diet, smile and wheedle.
Her good nature wore out
like a fan belt.
So she cut off her nose and her legs
and offered them up.
In the casket displayed on satin she lay
with the undertaker's cosmetics painted on,
a turned-up putty nose,
dressed in a pink and white nightie.
Doesn't she look pretty? everyone said.
Consummation at last.
To every woman a happy ending.
We read that in my poetry class today. I believe it has relevance to a bunch of people. I know I am insecure about myself, but I will never be pushed so far as to kill myself. The poem just meant something to me, and I thought I would throw it in here for good measure. :-p I know Im morbid... but I think its something a bunch of people have to deal with.
That is all for now. Maybe there will be more later.
** I love and miss my honey. *snuggle* I hope you know that. I can't wait to see you again on friday. :) **