Barbie Aunty

Porcelain doll Mauve lipstick Manicured hair Perfect nails

Do you know what sweat smells like? Ever had your nose buried deep Deep in the heart of fresh mud? Do you know ‘organic’ is another word for manure?

Have you ever scratched a shoe? On the pavement between hopes and reality Have you ever pierced your finger On a glass shard of a broken heart?

Have you ever run? Run mad, run free, run wild, Run like there’s nothing That could ever slow you down

Barbie Aunty With your southern drawl Prim and proper Not a thing out of place

With your silverware all lined up And your fake flowers filling the room The smell of spray-on Febreze Like your children, to be seen and not heard (certainly not smelled)

Your plush rug snug for my feet But there’s nowhere for my soul to lie bare Around you only fake is allowed There’s nowhere for me to just be me

Barbie Aunty Let loose sometimes Take off your heirloom brooch Sit on the floor awhile

Let your lipstick smudge a little Ease a strand of hair out of that spritzed lock A wrinkle in your shirt won’t bring the house down Worry not, I’ll keep your secret

Barbie Aunty, Have you ever lived? Had a little rendezvous? Have you ever danced?

Your spotless marble floors Professionally cleaned, clinically sanitized Dogs aren’t allowed to slobber, Kitties aren’t allowed to poop

Dressed up doll in a box You have no soul, no spirit, no life Manufactured, straight from the Barbie factory And the rest from Pottery Barn

Barbie Aunty, live a little Before time runs out Don’t let the last words you speak Be “I wish…”