There first was a little girl
\nThen there was another
\nSoon there were more and more
\nThe first little girl
\nAssumed this was
\nThe Order of the World
\nand modeled her life after
\nThis in every way <\/p>\n
‘First there is me,
\nThen others follow,
\nI know the way of things the best
\nBecause I’m the one who came
\nThe first; I will always no more
\nThan the rest.’ <\/p>\n
When she was near to grown,
\nMany things in her life had changed.
\nShe had a different father
\nShe had a new religion she
\nWas directed to believe in and
\nShe was told when to bow and pray
\nIn an entirely different array. <\/p>\n
One thing that never changed was her knowing
\nThat she was smarter than those around her
\nEspecially her mother
\nWho always obeyed whatever new father
\nCame her way
\nShe also knew she was superior
\nTo her six sisters
\nShe knew that women other than herself
\nHad little purpose
\nNeeded to be treated roughly
\nAnd men were a waste of resources every day<\/p>\n
She was then given a large black shard of diamond
\nIt was almost bigger than her finger at that age
\nHer mother told her she had earned it
\nBut the girl was unhappy and wished she could throw it away
\nIt was too ornate, too gaudy and kind of scary
\nshe could see a distorted version of her face in the black diamond
\nShe looked fierce and evil, angry and vengeful
\nIt was the only thing that she’d ever been given of worth in her life
\nSo she kept it tucked safe away <\/p>\n
Her sisters, one by one, were each given a stone
\nThe eldest knew that it was a stone that they were seen to be suited
\nNot a birthstone or anything so banal,
\nWith each stone given, this sister a ruby, that one an amethyst,
\nthis one an orange one she didn’t remember the name…
\nIt was a pink sapphire that made Eldest angriest
\nShe punished each sister according to her rage.
\nHer face distorted until each day she looked like
\nThe reflection she wore on her ring. <\/p>\n
When she became an old woman, she could never be
\nAround more than one sister, without the black diamond
\nComing out to play
\nLike jewels in a box the old women rolled and fought
\nThey could never stand to be close to each other to stay
\nIt wasn’t just the Eldest
\nAlthough, without her present the others discussed,
\n‘it’s much better’, until they began to fight
\nOver who was next worse and they left wounded and hurt<\/p>\n
Each sister had learned many lessons
\nThough there were seven, they were no rainbow of light
\nStarting in darkness and ending in silence
\nNone would discuss the lessons they learned
\nInspired by pain and fear, sewn up in solidified carbon diamonds
\nTheir pain festers on
\nIn generations gone wrong
\nSilent angry dinners with their second and third husbands
\nAnd those who have children who will speak to them<\/p>\n
This is a the shortened fairytale.
\nI assure you it has everything a good fairytale needs
\n(all but one)
\nWitches, stepmothers, magical prisons, princes and kings!
\nFairy godmothers, castles, magic spells, enchantment and magical rings! <\/p>\n
But never oh never will you find the one thing, every good fairytale has;
\nA happy ending will never be found in this story
\nBecause it’s a true story in the end. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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