The barbie Playhouse…

Delicious and juicy with rooms to explore, comfort and glamour

each room to adorn.

We coveted and cried and dreamed but… denied - until one day -

a pretty wrapped box …with IT packaged inside…

The shrieks and delight brought Barbie to life,

in her dream house of plastic and poly and white.

Stickers galore, symbolic of things from the store,

we plastered the walls and filled up the halls.

Tiny beds and tables, then horses with stables,

then barbie’s car,

and her man,

and her heels,

and her van.

We wanted it all

until the magic did fall.

But where did it go?

We grew too tall!

We spent time at the mall, the school and the hall

We studied and texted and answered the call.

The American dream

that was gifted to me

by Barbie and culture

and good marketing

It highjacked my life,

made me a shitty wife,

a blur of their childhood

mired with debt and strife.

Divided we fell until

United we stood,

We sold all the STUFF for a new neighbourhood.

When you live in a box filled with ticking clocks,

You don’t understand that ALL this is your land,

it is your sea’s and your ocean’s, your mountain’s and river’s,

your new neighbourhood cut of paper and scissors,

from travel magazines,

and way bigger dreams

that are outside the box of the Barbie machine.