good girls are not supposed to get angry or raise their voices when they argue or argue at all in the first place.
good girls are not supposed to wear ripped jeans or tight shirts or say the word “****.” good girls are not supposed to even think about *******.
and here I am, having already used the word “****” three times in this poem.
good girls are not supposed to get plastered on school nights or tipsy before classes or listen to music with the volume cranked all the way up.
good girls are not supposed to know which windows make the least noise when they’re sneaking out or know where they can buy cheap alcohol underage or know who they can kiss and where to kiss them to get what they want.
good girls are supposed to smile silently and be pure and go to church or wherever they pray to cleanse their filthy souls.
good girls are supposed to believe in and put their trust in and have faith in a god.
good girls are supposed to expect this god to keep them away from harm, and to never learn how to keep themselves safe if this god fails to.
good girls are not supposed to act anything like me.
the only thing I have ever truly believed in is poetry.
I outgrew religion by the time I turned seventeen, long before then if I’m being honest.
I never turned to prayer for advice on how to live my life.
I never turned to anyone but myself.
I only consulted the bible when I needed inspiration for some tragic poem.
good girls are not supposed to write poetry the way that I write poetry.
good girls never speak of or write about *** and drugs and violent minds and suicide and more *** and broken hearts.
good girls don’t sing along to the lyrics of sad songs in front of open windows just for the ******* sake of it.
but good girls don’t realize that life is short until it’s too late.
good girls don’t ever get to feel alive.
a girl like me who gets into trouble and refuses to stay quiet and causes a scene everywhere she goes is not a good girl.
a girl like me might be too reckless and die too young.
but a girl like me will die with no regrets and plenty of memories and so many ******* stories to tell.
a girl like me will live the life that good girls dream of, but never get to talk about.