Good Girl

How can I be bitter.

Of course you loved me.

You taught me to be gentle, quiet, meek.

You taught me to be subtle, prude, reserved.

An obedient daughter. A model student.

A silent workhorse.

You taught me to be a precious jewel,

fragile and in need of protection.

So I searched for an owner. A caretaker.

A jockey.

If I was misused, I was a victim.

If I was overworked, I was abused.

My identity in the power of their hands,

but never my own.

I won’t be the caged bird that sings its days away.

I’m not waiting for someone to open my cage,

I’ll open it myself.

Watch me fly as nature intended, and I will love you so much deeper this way.

Because I will love you MY way.

There’s no gift more pure that I could give to you.

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