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Mrs. Potato Head (Attempt Two)

Oh,Mrs. Potato Head,tell me now.
Is the money worth it,why and how?
They say,if you weren't born with it,you can give some cash.
 
They'll clean you up,patch you up.
And then throw your body in the trash.
When we are kids,we long for change.
 
But as adults,we accept minimum wage.
Will her beauty stay through,if her face is falling apart?
Will her body stay the same,after she does surgery on her body and heart?
 
The children go on their mother's ways.
And find different,new ways to change your face.
They pay a lot of money,coping through.
 
Only to pucker up your lips.
And have unnatural,wide hips.
They say,if you want to be confident,don't be afraid.
 
It's just plastic,they say.
Change your mind before it's too late.
They say you need beauty to be able to mate.
 
And if you want to come see your fate.
It's beyond your appearance,your voice.
If you want to be loved,cared for.
 
Listen up and ignore all the noise.
Mrs. Potato Head, is it going to get to her head?
Is a new face her permanent fate?
 
If I pay for another addition,do I get a lifetime commission?
Or does my body get saggy and puckered up?
I want to be myself,so I tell them to shut up.
 
How did you afford the surgery today?
And would you accept fate any day?
If her body does not stay together,will she be the same forever?
 
Potatoes turn to french fries,it's common sense.
But do I really need beauty to be able to dance?
Baby soft skin turns into leather.
 
Something you'd want to wear forever.
But with time,beauty fades away.
So pick personality over looks any day.
 
I know that maybe,just one day.
I'll become a butterfly and fly away.
They say,if you want to mate.
 
Wear some plastic,accept your fate.
Tell me,someone,is beauty pain?
Is pain beauty?
 
Wearing a hourglass frame.
One day I will remember my name.
My inner beauty will bring me fame.
 
I will no longer feel shame.
Ignore the beauty standarts and hear the wind say my name.
Written by Liziantus-Marantus (Ivelina Boneva)
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Author's Note
A poem inspired off Mrs. Potato Head by Melanie Martinez,take two.
""Kids forever,kids forever.
Baby soft skin turns to leather.
Once soft as a feather.
Now a bag made of leather.""
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