For the Good Girls
This is not an ode to red dresses, missed
periods or bad boys.
Not about running away or filthy streets
or puking your guts out.
No, this is for good girls who
learned to share the first time who
waited with folded hands for seconds who
never earned more than three Hail Mary’s.
This is for good girls who
practiced saying no in bathroom mirrors who
dreamed of yes when July stirred bedroom curtains who
stayed in the gym and danced all night long.