Good Poem by ryan blood

Good



good meant blonde
i was to understand
wholesome,
big breasts,
all that jazz.
they smiled
and had names
like 'judy'
or 'mary-ann.'
good meant eyes closed
mouth closed
legs closed
i was to understand.
good meant high-pitched voices
lovely sopranos.
good meant straight spines
and right ankle over left.
good meant never opening books
but keeping them closed
and balanced on my head.
good was turning promising young girls
into messes
of mangled curls
and mascara
dripping lines down painted faces.
good was not good.

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ryan blood

ryan blood

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