BARBI

In a world of Barbie dolls and tiny white picket fences

A stench subtly arises and plays havoc on the senses

In the midst of innocence, it is covered by pretence

As it riles its way into history and time,

                         attacking all the tenses

For it causes the vulnerable to be scarred in his past

Pausing his today, until tomorrow comes at last!

But even then, he’s pushed into fast forward

For the young swiftly becomes old

Although the knowledge gathered, will hardly be shared

                                  or maybe even told

But what do you do when the picket fences fall

And is replaced by an unknown and dark concrete wall

That no longer reflects Barbie, or her house in all its beauty

But rather seeks to hide the unfriendly, the uncomely  and unsightly?

What do you say to him who’s so vulnerable

Yet has had to suffer those things so gross and unspeakable?

When the fast forward is pushed

And the young swiftly becomes old

Will the knowledge gathered be shared,

                           or could it now

                            could it now… be told???

From: Tales Praises & Spiritual Rhymes- by Pheonia Bailey copyright 2009

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