Phoebe, The StoryPhoebeEstella sat on the floor of her room. It was immensely humid; her skin was hot and wet. Estella, an unintelligent fifteen-year-old girl, didnt care about the heat. In fact, her sense of priority was completely estranged from the other girls in her grade. The average girl her age would be taking a refreshing shower, calling her friends, and attending (lame) parties. Estella had other plans.Phoebe was Estellas doll. She sat beside Estella in the sauna-like bedroom. Her synthetic hair had been horribly damaged, teased, and frayed. Estella snatched Phoebe from one of the girls in the schoolyard when she was only seven. Her mother, Gretchen, wouldnt buy Estella a doll of her own; it wasnt allowed.Why cant I have a Barbie like Nadine does Mum?I told you Estella-Marie! I dont want you to touch the private spots!Estella wasnt allowed to do several other things, in Gretchens fear that Estella would sexually
Invisible BitchInvisible BitchThoughts turn into censored voiceBrutality is unspoken between friendsAttempted subtlety failedAnd the girls will be walking filtersTheir words are manipulated thoughtsFriendship is a silent gameAnd the invisible bitch always winsCompliment and insult are simultaneousYour mind withholds the clever cutYour tongue projects a false kindnessInvisible victim swims in false confidenceThe culprit drowns in the pool of no rewardCruel intentions muted by cowardiceShut your weak, hesitant mouthA real bitch reveals the brutal truthAnd the invisible victim appearsEnough with your false modestyIts getting you nowhere
Dirt of RegretDirt of RegretAppreciation is essential for livingThe ungrateful boy dies as we speakThe flawed girl lives with sadnessShe hasnt forgotten her privilegeYes, she is frozen by cold disadvantageA warm drug will comeTemporary Custiness wont recycleTriggered realization is what surfacesAnd the boy lies in the dirt of regretAppreciation is essential for livingLife is the privilege in her remembranceIf you are not privilegedYou are dead
.The dirt forever guilty on your ungrateful, flawed bones.