It's casting day & I've got the
lead.
The role of a frizzy-haired, green-eyed, bright smiling girl.
At an early age I'm instructed "Wear this. Sit here. Read
this."
My choices confined to the props I'm given.
Over time, you create my character more.
"You're independent!" I'm told "You make your own
choices!"
I strut around choosing as you direct me.
"You're responsible!" I'm instructed. "You get
things done."
I move about the stage, doing the assignments I am given.
You take my blank character and write in who I am.
"Be smart!" I'm demanded. "Keep your grades
up."
I prowl around stage, just barely meeting your requirement.
"You have morals!" I hear. "Be a GOOD
girl."
I listen, pulling on the modest costume I'm given.
It's a never-ending rehearsal as you fit me into a character of
your liking.
I say my spoon-fed lines. I follow the drawn out steps.
If I misstep, just a little, your directions comes out loud and
clear, comanding what I'm supposed to do.
I follow your script for me.
It's the only one I have ever seen.
Everyone else has theirs, but this one, this is JUST for
me.
The character I am told to play.
I play. Exactly as written
Until one day I see another script. Left, by chance, open on a
table.
Being independent, I choose to see whose it is.
Being responsible, I pick it up with the intention to return
it.
Being smart, I read all the words.
Being a good girl, I blush at this person's role.
They have freedom. They run wild. They know a crazy love.
Their choices go beyond the props, beyond the script. They write
their own lines...
Being a good girl, I only read a few pages.
Being smart, I memorize all the lines and cues.
Being responsible, I decide to just put it back as it was.
Being independent, I choose to use what I learned.
Called back to rehearsal, where you try to mold me some more.
"You're in love! But you're safe"
As I walk through the steps you give me, I slowly start drifting,
remember what I read
crazy love
I use my independence & choose apart from the script.
You carely instruct me, using my responsibility against me to
drag me back to character.
Another reahearsal, I stand in my place.
My brain is wheeling. My independence is strong. You made it that
way; I'm unfaltering in my course.
You want to retry the love scene.
My brains kick in as I remember another's role.
They run wild
Instead of my line, I repeat from theirs.
"I just want to be friends. I need my time."
You aren't happy. This isn't your written script.
I continue on my own.
My steps are not what you have drawn out. My words are not what
you wrote.
The character you created is being used against you.
My intelligence figured it out.
My independence made the choice.
My responsibility kept me in control and got the job done.
My good girl side keeps it *mostly* in check.
Your script is no longer mine.
I no longer dance to your choreography.
MY hand writes the lines.
This is the
character you created, defying you through the very things you
wanted it to be.
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