barbie town

[cacian]

if i was a doll
it would not
look like barbie
skinny
warrants
dampy
fluffy stamps and flee
and solid weeps
at randy
it would look
like me
day and age and dandy
that would hell of
a see
if it would and be
envy would agree
to impression a free
and to beauty a glee.

[cacian]

the Barbie
doll
two sizes too small
catapults from tall
skinny feels told
a pin can fold
in two and hold
ken to it
and all
to scene unsold
can hardly blend
the measurement so slend.

[cacian]

one minute
you hold it
and the next
you scold it
Barbie doll colds
it
the skinny
touch effect.
imagine the kept
with sizes
unbend
they feel the pain
looking at it maint.

[cacian]

barbie meets
ken
they both friend
for a while
they stand
and then they part.
to nothing they
have meant.
they similarly
unwant
they look so
daint
together as though
faint.
similar cumula
and their sizes
nihila.
it won't stand a chance.

[Bewlay Brother]

Never choose a word just because it rhymes. There are moments of this poem where it starts to get good but then it's ruined by an utterly wrong word choice.

I feel like you have something important to say in this poem. And I bet that when you read this poem to yourself you know exactly what everything means and therefore it carries power and satisfies your thoughts. That's a good start. But the job of a poet, in my opinion, is to translate our thoughts and feelings to share with the reader. That way you provoke thoughts and feelings for them rather than just satisfy your own.