She was fairy fluff conjured up by a man
named Baum who, like many men, see women
as either Good or Bad. Glinda was a
fantastical ideal with a blank smile
dressed in a frothy pink (of course) dress,
perfect hair never mussed by tornadoes
or flying monkeys
and pristine nails never stained by rusty
tin boys confusing lust for love.
Glinda looked like a dream, waving her wand,
making everything sparkle and glow because
this man, Mr. Baum, molded and made her
and had all the power.
Any self-respecting witch would’ve given
Mr. Baum the side-eye
and turned him into a turnip.
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Napowrimo Day 19
Glinda was always my least favorite character in The Wizard of Oz.
Charlotte Hamrick 
I always thought she was annoying in the movie, but I never read the books.
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Neither have I. I do love the movie, though.
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This made me laugh! It makes me want to watch the movie again with this refreshed and sensible viewpoint!
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Now we can watch whenever we want but I think it was more fun when we had to wait for it to come on tv.
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Oh yes, just what he deserves.
The voice too. (K)
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love the stance you took with this poem! more than merely fun. (me – few days late but at least I’m slow)
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