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?