Ch2: Aphrodite
I brushed my hair, I sighed. I had finished planning with Cupid, this used to make me happy. However, being shallow can get old at around… 7,000 years. Another sigh came as I thought this. I put up a good act for everyone; if I changed I would hate to see everyone's reactions. That was the only thing that stopped me from showing my true colors.
Sure Aries was a good guy in all, but I really did love my husband. He was smart, he didn't care what he looks like, and most of all he doesn't care what others think. He was my exact opposite, and what I want to be. I collapsed dramatically into one of my chairs.
I thought of how I could be, I could show people how deep I am. How I know 7 different modern languages and the fact that I know 3 different dead languages. I could show that I really could care less about their petty problems with their husbands or wives. How I don't want to wear make-up all the time. How I was much better than Apollo at poetry- "That's it!" I jumped up and ran to my computer and began to rewrite my life.
Emerged as beautiful,
Misunderstood.
Married to a cripple,
Freely.
Viewed with intelligence,
Correctly.
Not judged by looks or gents,
Thankfully.
Somewhat happily everafter,
Good enough.
I sat there looking at the poem, obviously gents meant gentlemen however my rhyming skills are not that great. The poem made me feel better. Maybe I could change, if I just was strong enough. Unfortunately, this isn't true; I never have been strong enough and never will be. I sighed, with nothing better to do I looked out the window. A pig flew by. Maybe I could be strong enough. Then everything went into chaos, apparently Olympus was being burned down. Maybe if I died I would get my happily ever after, because that's what's suppose to happen, you live and you die. I smiled.
Before you say anything I'm not trying to make Aphrodite to sound emo, she's just sick and tired of living the life that she is. I'm also not a big fan of her, but I thought this needed to be told. Sorry the poem sucks but I couldn't think of any poem. I just sat there and looked blankly at the screen for 5 minutes. Then, a week later I thought of it. Thank you Michael for helping to inspire this chapter, even if all you did was sit on a bus and make me tell Greek myths. Please review.