Material Girls — Summary

RadioSpiritContemplative

the girl is a doll she's a wannabe model, blond hair, blue eyes that flit to and fro as she walks and she's careful careful to be quiet, fading background

her friend is a caricature she's a tall drink of water, kinky hair, cherry-wood eyes that flit to and fro as she walks and she's careful careful to try to merge with the luxurious room

the girls are diamonds pretty little decorations leaning on the tapestry, accenting wherever they are

because that's what we are white, sparkling diamonds ready and on display

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Two girls move through a rich, glamorous room, and the poem watches how carefully they behave. One is a blond, blue-eyed "wannabe model"; the other is tall, with kinky hair and cherry-wood eyes. Both have eyes that "flit to and fro," which suggests they are nervous and constantly checking who is looking. Both are "careful" to stay quiet and to blend into the background, as if being noticed would be risky.

The speaker's tone starts out observing from a distance, describing the girls as a "doll" and a "caricature," then gradually turns into something closer to confession. In the last stanza, the speaker says "that's what we are," placing herself among them. Calling them diamonds, "pretty little decorations" leaning on a tapestry, makes them sound like objects valued for how they look. The mood is uneasy and quietly sad: glitter on the surface, and underneath, a sense of being put on display with no say in it.

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