She Was a Bad Girl

Sardae noticed little about herself that was worthwhile
Looking for flaws, dents, scabs, scars and boo boos.
Which she always found 
I am too skinny
My legs are too long
My toenails are ugly
My freckles make me look creepy
She was determined to live her truth.

I am awful, she said.
I am a bad girl.
I did something horrible.
I am unlovable
I am worthless
I am nothing

Sardae was convinced that she was a devils’ child.
Storing up these ideas since she was six.
Her paradigm for life.
After all, Daddy left, didn’t he?

She was only in first grade, but she knew then
something must be wrong with her.
Daddy had promised to keep in touch.
But he didn’t.
If she had been a good girl
she could have kept her daddy.
Right?
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Adams Avatar
February 26, 2020 at 8:08 PM
so sad that children often think they are to blame for failed marriages...one school I drove for had signs hanging in the bathroom on the mirrors that said you are beautiful and little things like that to remind the children as they washed their hands that they were beautiful as is... hugs
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February 27, 2020 at 1:01 AM
Every single child I have ever spoken to whose parents got a divorce thought it was THEIR fault. Every single one, and I am talking about hundreds of children. They all think "if I was a better kid, my parents would still be together."
Cheney Avatar
February 26, 2020 at 8:24 AM
This one reads to me that Daddy was a coward or at the very least acts cowardly.
Krutsinger Avatar
February 27, 2020 at 1:01 AM
Yes, and some Mommies are too unfortunately.
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