Thursday, March 3, 2011

Final Draft of metaphor poem

I am a Barbie Doll
I am always smiling and laughing majority of the time
I can be a little ditzy, but I still manage to keep my dignity
My mood can chance as constantly as my clothes do.
Being fashionable is a priority
Some people hate me, & some people love me
I love myself but not as much as my family and friends
I am friendly, but I can also be a Brat at times
I am sensative, I can break or fall into pieces if you hurt me.
I might look or talk like I know nothing, but I know a lot
You wont know who I am unless we hang out or talk
I am a Barbie Doll

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