Tell Me

Tell me that I'm a good girl.
Spank me softly nicely oh so deliciously.
Transfer my mind from here to there.
Accept me.  Divide me.  Leave me.

Tell me that I'm a bad girl;
Deficient and weak.
Alone and empty.
These are my flaws.
What are yours?

Loud noises, shouting,
yield emptiness aloud.

I know that there is more;
Yet shock slows me now,
tearing me from reality,
pulling me away from me.

I would dare to say that I am not alone.
That there are others like me.
Yet, where were they when I needed them?
Why didn't they come and help me?

Am I worth so little that I may be
Used abused and tossed aside like
A vessel forever sullied
With all hope lost?

Perhaps Worth and Need know not of the other.
Perhaps it is my task to acquaint the two.

People are People.
Life is Life.

My job to live --
Tell me that I'm a bad girl.
Spank me to a ripe redness.
Tear out pain guilt sorrow.
Leave only good thoughts.

Temporary solutions abound.
Permanent solutions evade.

Huh Chuh @ huhchuh@yahoo.com © August 2002