Flower
Modern Mean Girls
Some girls stomped upon my flower.
They crushed her into the dirt.
With a sneer and a look, oh how quickly the united sisterhood,
Snatched her lustre away.
All the colour faded from her petals
She was left limp, alone and broken
Don’t they know we're supposed to be a team?
We add a little sunshine
Some girls stomped upon my flower
They did a vicious job
With no remorse or thought, oh how swiftly the venomous sisterhood,
Wed together in their deeds
All smiles as petals are ripped out and worn like badges of pride
She’s not the same girl she used to be
Don’t they know we’re supposed to be united?
We add a little sunshine
Or sprinkle a little water
Some girls stomped upon my flower
They said her voice was wrong
With those simple words, oh how well she was silenced by the vicious sisterhood
Drowning in their mental repetitions
All their spiteful little moments finally burned her petals away
She now walks with her hair hiding her face looking at the ground
Don’t they know we’re supposed to stand together?
We add a little sunshine
Or sprinkle a little water
Move her to new earth
Some girls stomped upon my flower
They wanted to be Insta friends the very same day she left without saying goodbye
With a simple tap, oh how the vituperative sisters were denied
Their last invasive voyeuristic hurrah
All the seeds of doubt, anxiety and fear weighed down her head
She won’t be herself, she doesn’t trust the world
Don’t they know we're supposed to work together not against each other?
We add a little sunshine
Or sprinkle a little water
Move her to new earth
A tiny bud begins to show
Some girls stomped upon my flower
They tore at her and cut her down
With a few seasons, oh how we watched the sisterhood of serpents
Turn back sadistically upon themselves
All her little petals have slowly grown again, once more beautiful, exotic, striking
She wears herself as a badge of pride, aware she no longer stands alone
Why don’t they know?
We add a little sunshine
Or sprinkle a little water
Move her to new earth
A new bud begins to grow
Never giving up on her renewal
About the Creator
Kelly Sibley
I have a dark sense of humour, which pervades most of what I write. I'm dyslexic, which pervades most of what I write. My horror work is performed by Mark Wilhem / Frightening Tales. Pandora's Box of Infinite Stories is growing on Substack
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