Step away, little girl…
Why do you always put yourself in these positions?
Don’t you know?
Can’t you see it by now?
Have you learnt nothing?
Foolish girl, allowing another female to chastise you,
To look at you with scorn,
To speak coarsely to you,
As if you were no more than something sticky under her tall, pointy shoe.
Do you like being spoken to this way?
Why do you stammer,
Why do apologies pour forth from that gaping hole in your face?
Why do you follow when she calls you to heel?
The obedient puppy…
Step away, little girl.
Don’t you know what friendship is?
Have you been in the absence of it so long that you have forgotten?
Remember the high-pitched giggle of your true friends…
The unquestioning bulwark of those who stood by you,
Those who cried with you,
Who tolerated your volatile moods,
Who sat in silence when they sensed that you required little else,
Who spat anger with you
At whichever unlucky male or female creature who infuriated you that day…
Step away, little girl,
From this sickening disease,
From the horror and squalor oozing from those well-admired lips,
From the cruelty undulating in her speech,
From the self-centred hedonism in her actions,
From the noxious fumes that inflate her bloated confidence…
Can’t you see, little girl,
How dangerous it is to drown in your own vacuity
How dangerous it is to let other people… petite, insignificant people…
Swallow the essence of you,
Gobble up what little bit of self-assurance you have left…
Can’t you see, little girl, can’t you see?
Step away, little girl…
Stop those reluctant little feet,
Those hurt little doe eyes,
That delicate little neck enslaved
In that invisible intangible tightening noose…
Halt… stop… no… no… step away…
Down girl… silly girl,
Bad little puppy…
