Dust and bones

Pops told me that even us good girls start and end as dust and that the in-between was simply horseshit sticking both parts together.
 
Mama said that even though we might dust and clean, we was created from more than just dirt. That the rib of a Man crafted us good girls.  
 
Imagine that. Here we stand, and work, and sit quiet--like good girls do--all because of you and your extra bone.  
 
We kneel down, eat dirt; and, when you are done, we dust it off of our knees, spit it out of our mouths and get back to our chores, like all good girls do.  
 
R.