Somewhere,
maybe in a dusty box in your attic,
or maybe sitting quietly on the shelf of a charity shop,
somewhere,
there is a Barbie,
A Barbie that you loved more than anything in the world,
A Barbie that you whispered all of your hopes in dream to in night as you laid in your pink bedroom.
A Barbie that brought you more joy than anything in the world,
A Barbie that your brought on all of your adventures,
A Barbie that inspired you to be any and everything you've ever wanted to be,
A Doctor, A lawyer, or even a Princess,
Somewhere, maybe in your attic, or sitting on a shelve in a charity shop, there is your girlhood,
longing for you,
longing for all of the hope and love you not only gave to her,
but all the hope and love, that you gave to yourself.
About the Creator
A.P.M
Greetings and salutations, my name is Allie and I'm an aspiring author and poet. I'm currently in my junior year of college studying social media marking and business administration.
Instagram: @ohallison_
A Digital Pandemic.
After a long day in the department, Emily dropped her worn and tired dark leather bag on the counter before navigating through the small and disordered kitchen to grab a cold beer from a contrarily empty fridge. She hadn't had a chance to unpack since moving from Newcastle to Glasgow, let alone shop for sustenance, except for cold brews naturally.
By Billie Whyte7 days ago in Chapters
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