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BLACK BUTTERFLY
POETRY, PROSE AND PAINTINGS
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The Good Child |
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The good child is not rude, does not eat food with her fingers, uses instead a knife and fork or spoon as civilized people do.
The good child does her best, attacks with zest each parental ambition, achieves the required results with grace and does not fail.
The good child does not stare at the place where a purple, hairy wart haunts the face of some slightly related adult aunt.
The good child does not run, have fun with other children in the street when there is work to be done indoors on her education.
The good child knows her place, does not disgrace her self with tantrums when she feels neglected and rejected by those supposed to care.
The good child is not afraid of ghost or shade that screams the terrors of the night beset with awful dreams and strange imaginings.
The good child seldom cries but lies asleep in the darkened room, a little plaster saint who troubles no one.
The good child can not remain, will not refrain from speaking her mind when she has put away her childhood and is grown.
Even the good child will turn, will burn with rage that age imparts to all as they grow, begin to know life's injustice. |