To Tame Me

They sent me to straighten my morals,
I was a difficult little girl,
And my parents were tired of me.

“A devil’s child she is!
A liar! A thief! Disgusting!”
So, after many scoldings and bashful nights.
They sent me there.
Because they couldn’t weaken my rebellious spirit.
Evidently my lack of professionalism and “edict” was something they doubted.

So, They sent me there to teach me manners,
Because that’s where the elites and rich men sent their daughters,
Because those women would know what to do with me,
Because they would do their best to mold me,
To have delicate limbs and wear beautiful dresses.

“Yes, yes! She will be a better person. Human!
She will learn the social norms and manners.
She will be a lady!” they said.
They sent me there, they did.

They sent me there with their fingers crossed,
That I would come out nice and dainty,
Like a fancy floral decoration they could present.
Right in the center of their dinner parties,
Gleaming, shining, bright and perfect.

Not the wolf girl,
Not the rogue wolf girl with fiery red hair.
But a tame one… amiable and delicate,
A child they could love,
One they could love, beautiful and angelic,
One they could love, with no devil-born thoughts.

Today,
I stand at the mirror and search for myself,
Gone is the happy, cheerful and fun loving girl,
Gone is the expressive dancer whose smile could brighten days,
Gone is the girl who loved with passion,
Gone is the girl, who wanted to live her life to the fullest.

Did they fix her?
No,
They broke her they did.

The girl grew to become a woman.
An empty woman, one that has forgotten to love the sun on her skin.
A lonely woman, one that has cut off all connections with the ones she loved.
A broken woman, one that does not wish to live another day on this God-Forsaken planet.

Now, people often ask me.
What happened to the cheerful angel?
What happened the amiable wolf girl?
What became of the passionate dancer?
What became of the little girl who never gave up?

I tell them the same things a hundred times,

I tell them that-
She died. She died in the fire.
The blazing, hot fire that consumed everything dear to her soul.
The fire that hushed her rebellious nature.
The one that burned her delicate feet.
Along with those memories and moments of happiness and love.

She is gone.
And she will never come back.

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