To have someone aggressively play with me, like I am theirs for the taking
A barbie doll, that turns ugly with their touch
Only there for their amusement
My lips painted pink,
My eyelids shimmering in gold.
My lashes curled,
My mascara resembling spider legs,
My voice silenced.
My lips industrially glued together
My eyes move, but other than that,
I am still.
My curls outweigh my voice,
They prefer it when its down.
Easier to yank
They toss me onto the floor,
cold and hard.
My pretty now dead curls lay around me in chucks,
I pull myself off from the ground,
The reminisce of glue still holding my bruised lips together
I run as fast as my pretty toned legs can take me.
I find my blonde best friend
The only words that break through
The only words my voice could find
I am uncomfortable.
She turns her Neptune eyes at me,
Lashes open like curtains
Her smile turns into a line.
Well I don't want to leave just yet,
If you’re uncomfortable,
Just grab another.
It's our job being pretty.
Now wipe that mascara from under your eyes,
They will only tell you that you speak lies.
Trust me, don’t you think