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Funny how quickly and dramatically a world can change. Spring of 2005, she makes a giggly little journal entry about her first real boyfriend, and how it made her dizzy with stars when he said "I love you." Fall 2006, she holds a new baby in her arms, swearing she's never loved before now. She never did like babies. She always swore she'd never have kids. She'd have rather practiced her golf swing with a baby bird than put it back in the nest. But nobody ever really trusted her with anything. Not even the secrets that would open her eyes. Things could've been so much.. different. Nobody ever trusted her, but now somebody would have to. A girl sits outside, taking a drag of her cigarette as she hears a faint cry in the distance, screaming for the father to go get the damn thing.
A girl sits in a gas station bathroom with a her life in one hand, her heart pressed to her ear with the other trying to small talk three minutes away. Three years ago she couldn't have imagined what the inside of one of these even looked like. She sucks on that old familiar silver spoon until the verdict is read.. not guilty.
A girl sits alone in a club, waiting for someone to bring her a drink. She figures it won't matter anyways, after this week. A man sidles over to her, tells her she's beautiful. She gives him a scathing look, sure that what's written all over her face will send him running. She'd swing at anyone to have her life back.
A girl sits on her bed on Mother's Day, wondering whether to go back to sleep. She never got to meet her Mom, but she talks to her in heaven every day. This particular day, she's tired of hearing nothing back. Little does she know a year from now, still a baby herself, she will be talking to her own little angel.
I know these girls, all too well. It seems that women suffer so much over what is so simple, so preventable as replacing facts with opinions and half-truths. Someone tell them to quit feeling sorry for themselves and start asking questions. Someone tell them the secrets (never meant to be secrets) that will open their eyes. They haven't done anything wrong but to use what they were born with; human instinct combined with ignorance. I don't expect things to stop changing, I expect people to stop teaching one another new ways to hurt.
A girl sits in a gas station bathroom with a her life in one hand, her heart pressed to her ear with the other trying to small talk three minutes away. Three years ago she couldn't have imagined what the inside of one of these even looked like. She sucks on that old familiar silver spoon until the verdict is read.. not guilty.
A girl sits alone in a club, waiting for someone to bring her a drink. She figures it won't matter anyways, after this week. A man sidles over to her, tells her she's beautiful. She gives him a scathing look, sure that what's written all over her face will send him running. She'd swing at anyone to have her life back.
A girl sits on her bed on Mother's Day, wondering whether to go back to sleep. She never got to meet her Mom, but she talks to her in heaven every day. This particular day, she's tired of hearing nothing back. Little does she know a year from now, still a baby herself, she will be talking to her own little angel.
I know these girls, all too well. It seems that women suffer so much over what is so simple, so preventable as replacing facts with opinions and half-truths. Someone tell them to quit feeling sorry for themselves and start asking questions. Someone tell them the secrets (never meant to be secrets) that will open their eyes. They haven't done anything wrong but to use what they were born with; human instinct combined with ignorance. I don't expect things to stop changing, I expect people to stop teaching one another new ways to hurt.