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 byย Stephany Lorenaย onย Unsplash

Author: Jay-lyn Doerksen

I am a single hard working mom in her 40's. I have always written poetry and I love words. I live with depression and its ups downs. This is a space where I can create and write all that I need to.

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