Wednesday, August 09, 2006


There was a little girl who had a little curl
Right in the middle of her forehead
And when she was good she was very, very good
But when she was bad she was even better
She loved to party and smoke a little pot
And screw her little brains out
With anyone she caught
Until one night
The one she took home
Smacked her hard across the head
As soon as the door was closed
And because she was drunk
And not a little stoned
She couldn't get her head around
What was going on
He hit her again and threw her on the bed
So she told him to put a condom on
Knowing what came next
Instead he punched her in the mouth
Broke her teeth and lips
Said he didn't do condoms
And if she didn't shut up he'd kill her

She was terrified he'd give her AIDS
Or worse yet, get her pregnant
The thought of having his baby
Made her puke, literally, all over him
And that's what finally made him get off her

She did get pregnant and had his baby girl
Alone in her apartment one winter afternoon
She pressed her thumb against its little throat
Wrapped it in a garbage bag
And went to get her coat
In the middle of the night she walked to the bridge
And dropped it to the river below

Every so often throughout the years
She tells a story about how once upon a time
There was a little girl who had a little curl
Right in the middle of her forehead
Who grew up to hate men
And has never been with another one

Mary Billy, Canada


Anonymous Anonymous said...


6:32 p.m. PDT  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I am surmising that you are the same Mary "Sophia" who used to publish HERSPECTIVES Magazine? I sure miss that publication ...

6:33 p.m. PDT  

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