My reflection is so much older now
Wiser
But still a fool
Not as beautiful as Daisy Buchanan
But just as naive
Thinking Gatsby had changed
And love would build a bridge
Maybe I was Catherine
Torturing Heathcliff
But Hollywood bastardized their tragedy
Selling sex like a soda pop
Fizzy and lacking all substance
I feel the same
As I try to remember
My backbone
Before it was rigid and full of blame
I talk to my daughter
To remember my own face
And when I was strong
Don’t become a fool
My dear
You’re my last redeeming hope
I know you’ll be brave
And stand up for what is right
Never letting jealousy make you into Karenina
Never letting pride turn you into Estella
Being used as a pawn
Instead
Stay just as you are
My Josephine March
Reading your Pickwick Portfolio
At night in the dark
I’ll be satisfied in knowing
You learned from my pain
Never letting Bill Sikes
Pin you into a corner
Never letting men let you hold all the blame
Your rise is enough
To keep me from succumbing to this guilt
I’m Offred observing your grace from afar
But never doubt I’ve loved you
Never doubt I’ve never let you go
You’ll always be my favorite heroine
My greatest achievement by far
Jōb Nikki 
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