Some things never change.
I’m sure mean girls have always existed
In all places, at all times.
The mean girls, female bullies.
Daughters of the worst mean girls
From a generation ago.
Mean girls look in some warped mirror
And see perfection in all they do,
Which justifies all and every
Act of aggression.
Mean girls don’t answer to God.
They have their own set of commandments
And quiet as its kept,
Mean girls party with the Devil.
Mean girls travel in packs
Not to be mistaken with girl gangs,
Aka girls in gangs who party
With girls and boys in gangs.
Mean girl transgressions
Aren’t really crimes because
Mean girls don’t commit crimes.
They just remove obstacles
Aka people (spelled with “p”
in the lower case/class).
Mean girls don’t
Outgrow their meanness.
They grow into it,
wear the meanness proudly,
stretch and adjust the seams,
Pass it on to the next generation.
It’s in the genes,
their legacy, our burden.
Janet Cormier is a painter, writes prose and poetry, and performs comedy. JC prefers different and original over pretty. She loves collecting stuff, but cleaning not so much. Janet also talks to strangers…a lot. Her column now appears weekly on Oddball Magazine.