Not Today, Fairy Godmother: Bluebeard

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His legend – fierce
(His wives’ disappearance)
But marry he would
Imagine – he could!

Lucky number seven
Came straight down from heaven,
At least in his eyes.
She despised the charade.

He sought a firm yes
She thought hell no
She put herself first
A marriage? No go.

No walk down the aisle
No castle to tour
No bodies to find
She deserved so much more.

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Georgia Brooks

Feminist, entrepreneur, dog lover. Founder & Managing Director of the Fempower Initiative.

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