A Billion (Dollar) Barbies

I became a funhouse 
of her, owned millions 

of her mirrors.

I took pictures of
her (alpha) 

in the house.

Before I became a brat,
I let Barbie pose 
towards me, before I bent

her wrist, twirled it,
the rubber so easily chew-
able (yes, I used to eat

her arm off sometimes,
like the erasers I bit off
when I was bored

in class.) Sure, there
was Totally Hair® Barbie,
but what about Punk

Mouth Star® ? Her stomach
sometimes wobbled stupid
when I arched her over

to make her perform
a reverse plank.
In reverse, gravity

pulled Barbie to new
heights. Do you know

she traveled into space 
before man walked 
on moon?

Did you know that more
than 100 of her clones
are sold every minute?

Back at her playhouse
mansion, Barbie sits
at her desk, typing

code for a video game
programming her in it 
as he(te)ro.

I blame her for being
an engineer
of her own fate.