Morgana A.

Barbie/Too Late

Tw: Hinting at suicidal tendencies (2nd Poem)

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You can take me apart and put me back together,

Call me 'Barbie'

The perfect toy

Replace my arms and legs with something more favorable

Take away my flaws

I'll be what you want

I simply want you to look at me and smile

I simply want you to tell me that I am worth something to you

I'm never worth something

I'll allow you to throw me in the goodwill,

I'll rot on those shelves until the next person picks me up

I'll change for them,

Let them take me apart and put me back together

I'll follow the gender norms, I can be the beauty standard

I can put on makeup,

Straighten or curl my hair,

I can loose weight

I can get the surgery

Anything for you

Anything for love

Nobody wants a imperfection

Who am I?

I'm a broken toy

Looking for male acceptance

Looking for my perfect ken

Barbie by Morgana A.

If people knew today was the last time they'd see me do you think they would've treated me better

Do you think my father would've given me just a little respect

Do you think my mother would've gotten off her phone and noticed her daughter was sitting next to her

Do you think my siblings would've hung out with me instead of their friends

Do you think my aunt would've returned the smile

Do you think my uncle would've said goodnight

Do you think my boyfriend wouldn't had ignored me all day

Do you think my bestfriend would've picked up the phone

Do you think someone would've given me a hug

Someone would've said I love you

Someone would've treated me like a human

Why do I live for the same people who make me hate life

Why do I forgive them

Why do I treat them with the upmost respect and allow them to treat me like a dog

Why didn't I quit

Why did I listen

Why do only 2 people care

Shouldn't the others?


Too late by Morgana A.