Being GoodA Poem by DarkFantasy“You are a
good girl, aren’t you?” Said my
grandmother, and made me drink a tall glass
of over-sweetened milk. I thought
she was praising me, but it was
just a bribe to make me
drink the disgusting liquid.
“You are a good
girl, aren’t you?” Said my
mother, when I stood before her with tears, pleading her
not to send me to school. The bribe
worked again and I went to
school, pretending to be bold.
“You are a
good girl, aren’t you?” Said my
father, when I fell down from my bicycle and scraped
my knee. The
statement made me feel like a coward and snatched
away from me the right to
release my pain through my tears.
“You are a
good girl, aren’t you?” Said the man
I loved, when I
refused to feed his male ego. The statement
aroused guilt in me, making me
feel like an educated harlot and I was
compelled to destroy my self-respect.
“You are a
good girl, aren’t you?” Said the
world, when it saw me cherishing
my individuality with all my weaknesses. They wanted
me to be helpless… They wanted
me to seek their advice… They wanted
to shower pity on me… They wanted
me to be grateful for their concern… This time, I
understood it was a trap. I turned my
back to the world And boldly
said, “I’m not.” © 2013 DarkFantasyReviews
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Added on October 12, 2013Last Updated on October 12, 2013 AuthorDarkFantasyhyderabad, andhra pradesh, IndiaAboutI am a Storyteller, Feminist, Atheist and a pessimist. When I am not being sarcastic or busy criticizing everything that is wrong with the world, I engage myself in writing my dissertation (yeah, I'm .. more..Writing
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