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The Truth About Barbie 39-18-33 The ORIGINAL measurements of HER. Model-esque physique that unsullied pre-pubescent eyes longed to achieve. Even before moments of becoming a woman came to be. Self-hatred for minorities stemmed long before her arrival. From slave ships to auction blocks sun scorched women of Venus had been told in more ways than one that THEY weren’t beautiful. No… I mean WE weren’t beautiful. That WE were useless. That WE were inferior. 1959… A time where Civil Rights Acts stirred in the hearts of our most memorable leaders. We… Awaited that day when it would be okay to be US. Descendents of Amina, Candace, Cleopatra, Hatshepsut, and Makeda adorned with the life breath of Oshun… We had long forgotten what it felt like to be called... BEAUTIFUL. And to add salt to the wounds of whip lashed backs and noose-charred necks… Arose a different “queen” BARBIE… Hailing from Malibu… Never once introduced to hard work and sacrifice. For her plastic life… Was PERFECT. Flawless… she was. Hair blonde like the finest sand grains on Amerikkka’s beaches. Eyes like freshly laid robin’s eggs. The poster child for grace and elegance. Our nation’s Prima Donna BARBIE… As if we didn’t lack enough positive representation in this world, Mothers buying their daughters fragmented esteem and mangled dreams. Destined to build imaginary lifestyles around a woman who looked nothing like them. Who looks NOTHING like US. Shades ranging from almond chai to chocolate mousse… Less than equal… Until her sequels… “Hispanic & Black” were introduced in 1980. For 21 years… our babies… Waited for the time when they too… Could hail from Malibu. Only to find that chocolate goddess still left on shelves to collect loathsome dust. Because even still it was wrong to embrace US. Brain washed over generations that SHE couldn’t possibly look like ME or YOU. Royalty ejected from Gold Encrusted thrones. Only to claim videos as their new home. Binge and purge if you want that part. Gotta be light and “exotic” not TOO dark. No dessert if you wanna bounce them titties next to Diddy. “Smile for the camera Bitch”… “Ooh ain’t she pretty?” Chestnut Blonde Yaki streaming down your back. Can’t be natural either. Inhale that creamy crack. Disgraced. New-Age BARBIE… Instead of New-Age Nefertiti… Word to KP. So the “movement” keeps movin as we stray away from how God made us. This glitz and glamour… all outrageous. Fancy clothes and designer bags... It’s all a Mirage… And when things couldn’t get worse… She arises again… Harajuku BARBIE In the form of Nicki Minaj. The hatred keeps spewing through everyday life. Hard work disowned if you can be a rapper’s trick tonight. Do anything for everything. It’s all about the money. “Shake that ass… work it honey.” What will it take to get our self worth back? When will we wake up and realize… The original BARBIE… Wasn’t BLACK?