PLASTIC

My name is not important
My assets aren't either
Or maybe without the "ets"
Now that's important
I've got big racks
Big lips over blown
I'm like a balloon with a synched middle
My hair is a sour lemon
My eye lashes are broken twigs
My reputation is comparable to that of a w***e
But please don't judge me
Because I will come get you
Or more likely my multiple boyfriends will
They all have very strong muscles
And are very protective when it comes to my honor
Or at least I think so..
I am plastic
Inside and out
My seems and threads are all synthetic
My face is stretched, my body parts are all fake
My personality is the same as a torn up Barbie doll
Everyone knows me
Everyone's heard about me
Everyone has an opinion about me
Whether its for the better or worse
Most of them think I'm a s**t
Just because my skirt rides up my butt
Or because I share beds with flock of men
But it doesn't mean squat
You just wish you were hot.
Like me.
You just want my plastic beauty.
 

Reviews

[Aaron Eliad]

this poem made my month. thanks for writing this =)

[Blackenedheart13]

I love your endings, how it rhymes when most of the poem doesn't. It has finality. It's your style, and its capturing. About the poem, well it obviously states your opinion. Very fleshed out. But I agree with you all the way. "plastic beauty" is not real beauty.