Thursday, April 4, 2013
Chronicles of a Good Girl
I
was a good girl from birth, I was told. I never fussed for eating, I never
broke my toys. I held my grudges and never spoke of them. I always smiled at
sorrow and helped maintain peace. Then came the time when I was to be judged.
Adolescence was waiting to test my resolve. I skipped and I turned and I shut
my eyes tight when there was a scare of my ruination. I shooed away guys who
confessed their liking. Told they had an issue deep within their psyche. I grew
up and married and loved my husband dear. He was the one I dreamed of, we
settled for the best. Our families were happy, they blessed us for life. We
both had our kids, our little spoilt brats. When once came a neighbour, sexy in
her jeans. She strutted her body, in full abandon. I shunned her broad manners
and her loud laugh. She lures the men to her, I called her a slut. She then
cried away for one her stories. I was happy, my judgment was never to be wrong.
She moved from my building, good riddance, I thought. Her influence would no
longer spoil the brats. I grew up and made my children be gentle. I gave them
the knowledge of right and wrong. They grew up too, soon, and went on
adventures. Their life was no longer tied to mine. Relief spread across, a life
I had lived. Full of joy, full of fun, a long happy one. When on my deathbed I
had the flashback, I thought I did good and closed my eyes. I was a good girl
right from my birth, and was a good girl right to my death.
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