FOUR WOMEN SPEAK
If I was a Barbie doll, oh how pretty I would be,
But I’m not a doll, and you think of me as ugly.
In this world we live in, we tend to compare,
Almighty Creator you aren’t, so dear one judge me not,
And don’t let me shed tears.
Blouses and skirts, yes I dress to impress
I worked to earn a living, such hardwork it was, I must confess!
So judge me not If I tend to be flashy
A life of comfort is the fruit of my labour
Please don’t assume I’m being superior
I work three jobs to support myself
This burgeoning belly of mine, I’m pregnant, yes, you can tell
You call me a dropout or a girl who’s lost her way
But you don’t know that I was raped on my way home from visiting my mother’s grave,
So judge me not by calling me names
You know not my plight, dear one, our lives aren’t the same.
If I tend to go off at a tangent, please don’t think I’m insane,
You know not my condition, please try not to be vain
Multiple personality disorder is my life forever,
Tell me how many people would understand even if I told them my predicament?
So dear one, dear one, judge me not and see me as a fool
I’d very much love to be me though I end up as a recluse.