A Poem by Rhea

Mama told me, "Dance."
Dada told me, "Don't."
Mama told me, "Fly."
Dada said, "You won't."
Mama said, "Be strong."
Dada said, "Begone."
Mama told me, "I love you."
Dada said, "I didn't want you."
Mama said, "You're my world."
Dada said, "What a stupid girl."
Mama said, "I'll buy you a toy."
Dada said, "I wanted a boy."
I asked God, "What did I do wrong?"
A gunshot, a wound -my swansong.

© 2016 Rhea

Author's Note

I am lucky enough to say that this is not based on my story, or of someone I know. But countless little girls have to go through this because of the outmoded orthodox thoughts of some people.

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This swansong could be the anthem for LGBT's, minorities, & much more. I volunteered for suicide prevention hotline for years, so I know how prevalent thoughts of suicide really are amongst the young & old especially. In your poem, you've presented such a succinct illustration of how something as powerful as mixed messages can result in a child feeling worthless. You've SHOWED us, instead of telling us . . . a great example of vivid powerful writing.

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You poem has a very good message & nice flow of words. Keep writing :)

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Added on February 28, 2016
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