POETRY RESPONSE

BARBIE III
A child's play thing, once felt fortunate to own.
Pretty blonde hair, blue eyes, perfect nose,
skinny body, a fashionista with a million shoes,
a pink corvette, a dream house.
Your overall image entailed "The Good Life",
irony to your foreign makers.
Exploited factory workers.
Long hours, a few bills,
a struggle to make ends meat
and education is key,
a continuous fight over injustice and corruption,
living in a land paying for endless dues.
Poverty stricken archipelago,
Our people can make you, but can never own you.
So they try to be like you,
lightened skinned, blue eyes hovering its honest quality,
a reconstructive science project,
why can't you leave them be?
Our access to those like my sisters,
are denied...value or by order.
But why are you easily plastered?
Overlooked, am I not worth it?
INSIGNIFICANT.
Barbie, where is the life you portray?