Ruth Middleton-Ross

Ruth Middleton-Ross

All throughout school,
they told me I was special.  Brilliant,
gifted, destined
for some greatness.
A leader of tomorrow.  But I
got out into
the big world and
nobody cared. The only jobs I
could get were as
secretary,
waitress, model or prostitute. Then
a rich man took
a fancy to
me and proposed marriage. It was just
another kind
of job, blending
all the others.  But I hoped that the
trade off would give
me money and
time to follow my own ambitions.
But the drugs they
gave me to keep
my moods under control prevented
me from thinking
clearly, and when
I tried to stop taking them, my dear
husband had me
committed. When
I followed their rules, they called me a
success. Somehow,
I was never
successful enough to be allowed
my liberty.

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