"You're a rose, darling!
Don't let yourself land into a boy's hand.
He'll take in your fragnance and smile.
He'll take off your petals one at a time and smile.
Or he'll let someone's soft hands have you and smile.
Boys, the rose slayers! They're always smiling.
You're a rose, girl. Don't let anybody take you off from your home. Be where you are. Just be! Let the boys come, stare and go.
Be a GOOD GIRL."
There are voices all around, of both men and women.
Heard under sun, remembered under moon.
Floating, smirking, like ghosts.
My brain quivers every time they strike.
"You're sensible.
The one who doesn't wear make up. Or doesn't need it.
You're cute.
You're humble.
You're intelligent.
Everyone loves you.
They look upto you.
You inspire people.
YOU ARE A GOOD GIRL."
I greet these voices with a smile, eyes aiming the ground, hand on my heart, bowing down, burnt cheeks, saying words I'd never want to say whilst my mind still quivers, seeking the truth.
I am a good girl.
I am a rose, who let her thorns do the talking.
Never been with a boy.
Never embraced a rose slayer around my arms, because if you let, the thorns could lose their sharp edges.
I am a good girl.
The thorns are sharp.
So I never let a boy put his lips on my skin.
Never let anyone enter my mind to stab a sword through the limbic flesh and make it bleed.
Never let smoke enter my mouth.
Whiskey and rum still think i'm an egotist.
"Roseslayers beware" is painted in red on my forehead.
Roseslayers are a forever never shot.
Never did.
Never wished.
Never could.
Or simply, never chose.
Funny! Just some little choices and they start adoring you.
Watch my hands.
They're white.
Spot-less.
Pink palms.
Soft skin.
Red nails.
Feminine.
Hold them to know they're cold.
Hard bones.
Lines on my palm says "no emotions"
They don't wipe off tears.
They get bruised now and then.
And they punch hard.
Girls with such convictions are called tomboys.
T.O.M.B.O.Y
B.O.Y
B.O.Y
Boy.
Fuck it.
Here's a call out to other girls.
A loud one.
They'll tell you to be a good girl.
They'll want you to be me.
Don't be me.
Don't be a rose.
I'm not that thing.
