Saturday, March 23, 2013

My Confession by Margot


My confession.

Maybe I'll be wearing a maid's uniform tomorrow. A public outing of subservience, punctuated by a balletlike curtsy. Proudly showing the apron and headdress like a businesswoman wears her deux pièces and Louboutin's. Making me dependent on my Miss, an easy target of her every whim. And always with a smile, and a grace and style, as one could expect of Cinderella, minus the escape in the glass pumps.
Maybe the uniform gets locked on me, foregoing my freedom, forever in service, always there for the Miss.

Maybe is such an ugly word.

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