You are not Barbies
But you look for Kennies.
You pretend to be proud of your blood
and your so-called culture.
But you are nothing but a slaved soul with a bondage of
an invisible burden of a lust for being with Kennies, like Barbies do.
Even if you don't know much about the language, the culture, and
the real faces of Kennies, you wish to be moths flying around
the fire.
You think you are getting to be somebody,
getting to be somewhere in Kennies life or their hearts.
You conceal the heartbreaking sacrifice you have made and try
to always look on the bright side, only to find out that
For every Kenny, there are a lot girls want to be Barbies.
Only then you realized the competition is keen.
Additionally, every Kenny is not those youare familiar with, and
not every Kenny is a xenophile guy,
nor does every Kenny keep their promises.
I sat there waiting for your return,
but I found my waiting meaningless, for
you never seem to understand
who you are and what you want.