Barbie Breaks Poem by Lauren Miller

Here we stand in our glass cases, ten feet tall
Made up to look like Barbie dolls and the next generation of Kens
Four feet wide
Encased in silent boxes
Seeing the world through clear glass reflection
Mild perfection, in the least
Break through the barrier, shards of glass stand upright in your bloody hands
Walk through the debris, disconnected fragments of reflection
Angle themselves directly towards the sole
The pain is worth breaking every word that has built up these invisible walls
Invisbile words, softly spoken, following your every word
Your race, your gender, your sexuality.
Dress yourself in a black garbage bag, paper over your head
So no one can define you
The plastic inhales your every thought but at least you're no longer being judged
For being a woman, no longer held to the barbie doll standard when no one can see your mishapen body underneath yards of a plastic contraption
Never felt more attractive
If I was judged not for the body parts my skin lay over
but for the words that flow evenly out of my mouth in distasteful proportion
Possibly everyone could see exactly how beatiful a mind could be
This glass concotion that constantly surrounds every soul, molding it to be the very opitimy of what everyone should be
Then please, I'd rather not have your makeshift cell bars around my very heart
It pumps so violently with rage, that my words become nonexistent
They stumble and fumble into clouds of dirt that cover the surface of the earth
For no viable word spoken is appreciated anymore
So this is my action, that will uproot you all
Violently breaking through glass cases
Smashing them to bits, everyone please throw your fits but in due time you will see how exactly beautiful it can be to remain forever free