How could the night uncover
in its mist of great soda
a kill joy. And yes on a day to
day basis. I am trapped by what
others think. Should be thrown
at me from another person
but I should not always be faced
with unkind. By up tight Barbie dolls
and dirty minded Ken dolls. Who
want to terror me. Over just being
in an apartment with you. No way
if you terror me Ken an Barbie
which happens to be aged I will
mirror your styles back at you.
Because back in the day. The
dolls had class and style not
like today. Showing other
people s rage at me.
I am above that
And Created without
knowledge of that.
I don't wear a mask for
others to pick at
And I don't dislike
others over details.
Which don't go
perfect or my way.
My brattyness has faded
but when I try to under
stand you an you
or whom it may concern
like in a letter.
I get reminded
that I am. not the
best an that I
am just black Barbie
with out a dream
home. Or no rights...