Saturday, 24 January 2026

When Can I Die? Please


I was born 97 years ago. It has been a good life.

I haven't suffered much.

As I look back it seems the world tried

to teach me how

to be a good person.

I wanted more.

I wanted to be a success

famous even.

I doubt I made it even as a good person.


You'll never amount to anything

I was told by one of my aunts.

Her children were raised to be perfect.


I didn't want that.

Girls I supposed to be perfect

not thanked for their efforts

or talents.


They just have to be beyond

anyones notice

seen and not heard

not published

not a star

not even a sex object.


However its unmentioned

but likely

they must be quietly submitting

to whatever anyone and everyone

expects from them.

 

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