A good girl...?
"A good girl does what she's told."
I remember what my mum once said
I respected those words, I adored those words
I followed those words, I cherished those words
I wanted to be congratulated, I wanted to be acknowledged
I was mummy's good girl
I was the one girl who did everything she was told
The one girl who always put a smile on my mum's face
I was the good girl
"A good girl keeps secrets, don't ever tell."
I recall what my father said
I kept his words close
I chose to keep the secret
A secret only we knew
A secret he said would make my mum sad
I wanted to be a good girl, I wanted presents
I wanted to be loved, I wanted to be adored
Keeping secrets became our thing and I did...
Because of my mother's words
I kept the secret.
I was the good girl
"Liars go to hell, a good girl should never lie."
My aunt was a mean one but her words...
Her words I understood, her words I knew were truth
Never telling lies, I grew with that
I embedded those words in my heart
Engraved them on my bones like a tattoo
Always telling the truth when asked something
I was the good girl
"How could you? Tell us what you did!"
I was to tell the truth but how?
I wished to escape but I was in trouble
Telling the secret would destroy my bond with my father
Staying silent would break the bond with my mother
Telling a lie would brew trouble with my aunt
How was I to prove I was a good girl?
"You are a disgrace."
Their words killed me inside
My mum couldn't look at me
My father turned away with a sneer
My aunt rolled her eyes in disdain
I was done for
Everything I had done so far...
Where did it all go wrong?
"You're a bad girl!"
Those words I feared the most
I humiliated my mum but... I always did what I'm told
I annoyed my father but... I had kept the secret
I failed my aunt but... I didn't tell any lies
What was a good girl to do?
How would I prove that I'd been a good girl?
How when they all looked disappointed?
How did I become the bad girl?
I simply followed the rules so how...
- Author: Benard Oluoch (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: July 3rd, 2023 09:35
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 6
- Users favorite of this poem: Aradhya
Comments2
Words from my fiancee, as she morphed and moiled in the melted dilemmas of souls
this just prove we cannot make everyone happy instead we should learn to be happy by staying true to our conscience. that we shouldn't follow blindly. you have beautifully expressed such a meaningful concept dear poet!
Thank you so much beloved fellow for this feedback. It keeps me strong and going 🙏
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