Mouradian-Metaphor



The first and the second picture I stumbled upon on google. I wasn't able to find the artists of these photographs, however I was very intrigued by them. The first one expands on the way water looks in a glass after you spin it around. It sometimes looks like a storm in the glass, and that is what this photo is trying to portray. The second picture is of a fish jumping from a small bowl, into a larger bowl. This one portrays having a bigger and better future. The third picture is by Jerry Uelsmann. I am very inspired by him, because his picture don't only show great metaphors, but they come to life. I also really enjoy how he makes all of his photos black and white. It gives the photos this sense of mystery. I think Uelsmann was trying to portray a tree house in the third picture.

Dollhouse by: Priscilla Renea

I'm just a girl, you're just a boy So what's with you playin' with my mind? We used to be cool, this used to be love Now it's become somethin' like a job Like it or not, maybe things were changin' right before our eyes
 * This is my heart, it's not a toy**

I tried to be a picture-perfect girl But you were in your own fantasy world Tryin' to control me like some kind of Barbie But that just ain't me

You're way too old to be puttin' me down like this And playin' around like this I ain't a doll, this ain't a dollhouse No, I could never be stuck livin' life like this Behind these four walls 'Cause I ain't a doll
 * 'Cause I ain't a doll, this ain't a dollhouse**

You call the shots, right down to my shoes I liked what you liked 'cause you told me to And I don't think that you could even tell I fell out of love, but it never showed I gave up on us so long ago But you'll never know Baby, don't pretend like you know me so well

I tried to be a picture-perfect girl But you were in your own fantasy world Tryin' to control me like some kind of Barbie But that just ain't me

I ain't a doll, this ain't a dollhouse You're way too old to be puttin' me down like this And playin' around like this I ain't a doll, this ain't a dollhouse No, I could never be stuck livin' life like this Behind these four walls 'Cause I ain’t a doll

No matter what you do I'll bounce back off of you Cut me but I'm not bleeding
 * I'll never be made of plastic**
 * So glad that my heart's elastic**

I tried to be a picture-perfect girl But you were in your own fantasy world Tryin' to control me like some kind of Barbie But that just ain't me

I ain't a doll, this ain't a dollhouse You're way too old to be puttin' me down like this And playin' around like this I ain't a doll, this ain't a dollhouse No I could never be stuck livin' life like this Behind these four walls 'Cause I ain't a doll

And I come with imperfections Epitome of perfection If you can't understand Lovin' the way I am Then you're no good for me So glad I kept my receipt

I chose the bold lyrics above because it shows people as plastic. Many people try to be something they aren't. They think Barbie represents the perfect person, but no body's perfect.

I think that this metaphor will show that no body's perfect, but we should flaunt what we have, and love who we are.