Tears streamed down her face as she cut up the doll into pieces
She’d wasted her teens attaining those ridiculous proportions
No one has legs that go on forever, she realized
Unlike the plastic Barbie,she was made of flesh-n-bones
Thus, more real & beautiful with her delicious curves
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Written for Twittering Tales #102 – Broken Barbies – 18 September 2018
Photo by Skitterphotos at Pexels.com
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Absolutely true and it sure is a barbie doll but poor little thing had to be broken too. Lovely poem, Piyali.
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Piyali, this is so interesting and painful!! 🙂
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I am glad it touched you. Thank you.
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Your writing really does, Piyali. My pleasure!! 🙂
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Glad she became wise.
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Ya, finally! By the way, again facing the same problem; your site is unreachable. Please check your privacy settings. I can’t access it.
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This is so wonderful Piyali! Exactly my thoughts too!❤
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Sending you a virtual high-five, CAS
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So true! I agree wholeheartedly. There is beauty in imperfection. 🙂
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Thank you, Kat. Imperfections are good. They make us look real 🙂
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Exactly! 😊
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