Good girl sits with her hands in her lap, Good girl smiles when he calls it a trap, Told to be sweet, told to be small, Told her silence was armor for all. Static in my head since I was seven, Told good girls get to heaven, Told good girls don't make a scene, Told good girls stay fucking clean. I was trained like a fucking dog, Sit, stay, smile through the fog, Good girl, good girl, quiet and small, Not anymore — fuck you all. I unlearn you one scream at a time, Every "good girl" was a fucking crime, Static clears, I hear myself now, Good girl's dead — I don't know how. Mom said pick your battles like war was optional, Dad said don't embarrass us like shame was medicinal, Teacher said ladylike, coach said less loud, Every fucking room shrunk me down to fit the crowd. Static in my head since I was seven, Told good girls get to heaven, Told good girls don't make a scene, Told good girls stay fucking clean. I was trained like a fucking dog, Sit, stay, smile through the fog, Good girl, good girl, quiet and small, Not anymore — fuck you all. I unlearn you one scream at a time, Every "good girl" was a fucking crime, Static clears, I hear myself now, Good girl's dead — I don't know how. Seven years old and already apologizing, Seventeen and still minimizing, Twenty-seven and finally realizing — GOOD GIRL'S DEAD. GOOD GIRL'S DEAD. GOOD GIRL'S DEAD. I was trained like a fucking dog, Sit, stay, smile through the fog, Good girl, good girl, quiet and small, Not anymore — fuck you all. I unlearn you one scream at a time, Every "good girl" was a fucking crime, Static clears, I hear myself now, Good girl's dead — I don't know how. Good girl's fucking dead.
