(RE)TIRED GOOD GIRL

…But I was the good girl.

Who kept her peace

By keeping her silence

When she had every right 

to be the storm.

Who graced through pain,

And turned it into alchemy.

And whose tears poured over flower beds

That bloomed in the wintertime.

The woman whose presence

Always filled the room

With her poise and quiet power…

But I grew tired of being good.

Cus being good, ain't eva been good for me.

So you can keep that “good girl”

In your purview.

I have since laid her to rest,

And I am not for the weak.

So move around,

Or sit up straight,

Cus I have arrived and this room is mine

Hair down, aura bright, and soul out

for the world to see.

Bask in it, baby.

Me, my light, and my shadow.

But act accordingly,

This great woman is a privilege to meet.

LolaDarling, 2025.