I am the trophy child
The golden, shiny, perfect one
The cake-topper, holiday center-piece,
Filigree china piece you cannot touch.
I am the trophy daughter
Immaculate, pure, selfless
Intended as the prize for the man
Worthy enough to kiss my father’s feet.
I am the trophy wife
Giving, forgiving, forgetting
I am the trophy woman
The silenced, suffocating,
Taken for granted one
Who longs for a liberating blemish.
“The Trophy” by Azul Serena