Word of the Day Challenge #48-Untitled Poem

When I was a little girl

I was taught how I was to be…..

how to smile

how to cook

how to curtsy…..

to a man

bat my eyes

squeal with delight

fawning

make him come hither and yon.

I was told to hold my tongue

to keep a civil voice in my head

no one cared to know my thoughts

no one cared if I even had ideas

I was to be another pretty face.

Groomed I was

that is what they call it now

a gentle sounding word

for so repulsive an act.

I am no longer blinded

falling apart

scared of what is inside

I am of she

she is of me

we are together

stronger than apart.

Two halves coming home.

Scalding tears

wash away the sins of this child

scour clean

the besmirching of innocence

give my life back to me.

Black leather

silk lace

danger stalks the shadows

feel the curve of my knife.

I stand up

glassy smile

foot upon your spine

time and time again

revenge shall play.

Upon your flesh

your soul

until you scream

beseeching

for me to stop.

Hysterical fears

magma rage

I am tired of burning down the house

it is time to admit

it is time to cut free…..

I ain’t no lady

a venging killer I be.

©Aug. 13/19

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