Good Girl

Usually a good girl
kept her mouth shut
head bent
eyes cast down
always ready to be blamed.
No one looked twice at her.
Submissive to the core.
Sold into slavery
sex trade
more and more men
telling her what to do
how to be
what role was expected from her.
Night after night
hardening a child’s heart
so long supressed
so long tamped down
to simmer
to boil
to rise.
No one foresaw
no one believed
the massive eruption
from a child so small.
With blade in hand
moving from room to room
each throat slit
a link
breaks the chain.
they were no more
she was free.
To become the monster they bred.
December 6/18
Photo by Stephany Lorena on Unsplash

Author: Jay-lyn Doerksen

A single hard working mom of a soon to be teenage son. A poet and story teller I have wanted to write since I was a child. This space is where I share stories about myself and my life and the creative poetry that stirs my soul. My hope is you will pull up a chair and a cup of coffee delving into the world that I offer and you find simple enjoyment for a few moments. Welcome to The Wonderful & Wacky World of One Single Mom

50 thoughts on “Good Girl”

      1. It’s nice to meet you, Weirdo Queen! I’m John, the Eclectic Contrarian! I challenge you to a weirdoff! Lol!!!!

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