Anny

Worst girl at school

Plaid minis

Long sleeve shirts

She’s dressed like in summer even in winter

She doesn’t care about cold.

She makes snow angels,

She laughs like a little child

And she cries like it’s her last day on earth

Every time.

 

She prefers coffee to water

Black

She s reading Sylvia and Whitman

Sadness for sadness cause

Isn’t it sadder not to be sad?

 

She s only sixteen

And her teachers don’t know what to do with her grades -

She doesn’t either.

She hope she won’t be dead by her senior year.

She writes love letters to the strangers once met

And the are always lipstick

On them left.

Softly red.

 

Her mother says

You shouldn’t go to school like that you look like slag.

She does her make up on a backseat

While listening to old time rag.

 

When she comes home too far past midnight

Her dad heavily sighs,

Nobody even asks why so late -

Why should she care about time ?

She had no friends but always

Got someone to hang around

Yet she is lonely, I bet

She claims she s fine with that.

 

She cries mascara in a bathroom

When everyone’s in class

She wants days be longer,

She’s afraid of the dark.

Comments1

  • jarcher54

    This is such a wonderful account of being a young woman... thank you for reminding us what it is like. Your expressions are both universal and specific... love letters to strangers with a touch of red, putting on makeup in the back seat, crying mascara... sigh, so trivial but so so poignant,.

    • jarcher54

      PS... I think you made this old man cry, and I don't even know why,



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