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Write about the feeling of being a Barbie doll.
Ended August 13, 2018 • 3 Entries • Created by Telka
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Write about the feeling of being a Barbie doll.
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Mavia
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Barbie Has No Teeth to Drink Wisdom With

I am the 

briar—

without the

thorns—

the seedless 

green grape

and 

watermelon

the blank 

slate—

tattooed face

that smiles

on—

in spite of

every

fake

body part

devoid

of

whatever

fact might

be—

I am the 

briar—

without the

thorns—

The barb in

the side 

of 

consciousness

as that

Aye—

Deal we need

to shake

out

of avarice

with a

scent

of clear and

present

blood

drawn from real

women's

feet

#Barbie #Challenge

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Write about the feeling of being a Barbie doll.
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estelle_moss
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“perfect”

you wish you were me.

blond hair,

milky skin.

not an inch of fat,

just tall enough.

made of plastic,

quite literally.

also,

metaphorically.

you wish you were me.

what you don't wish

is to be left by your mother before you could form words,

and to be raped by your first love.

what you don't realize,

is that i was left alone

and i was taken advantage of.

how badly do you want

this perfect exterior

now?

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Write about the feeling of being a Barbie doll.
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Jessica_Rose
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Appearance is Everything

A plethora of guests pulled up to the Wentworths' mansion in the Hamptons to celebrate the birth of their beautiful creation, Cinnia Wentworth. All of them were assisted out of their designer cars by their personal chauffeurs. In turn, the maids and butlers of the estate carried all of the expensive gifts the guests brought inside. It wasn't like they could buy her anything that she didn't already have, but it was a courteous gesture nonetheless.

Everyone gathered in the living room where there were already people serving an assortment of drinks and hor d'oeurves. They were all dressed to the nines, as the saying went, but in comparsion to the birthday girl, they all looked like paupers.

Cinnia made her grand entrance, adorned in a gown fit for a princess. The mere sight of her was surreal, as if she were a plastic doll brought to life. Whenever she wasn't within earshot, guests spoke in hushed murmurs about how off-putting she looked, but they were sure to offer her hollow compliments whenever she approached. The conversations that were had that evening didn't dare dig deeper than the surface level. Appetites were sated, but the satisfactions among everyone remained unfulfilled.

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