22 February 2015

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I don't want to be a good girl. I want to be a great woman.
I don't want to be compared--
thinner than so-and-so;
dimmer than what's-her-name;
careful,
like a mother holding her child;
strong,
like what's-his-face's daughter:
she's someone's
daughter, someone's
future wife.
I am someone
now.
Can they see me now? Can they be proud of me now?
I want to be a template
but more than a muse.
                            but more.


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