As promised here is the rest of that poem Todd. This was a little voice practice. I wanted to write something from the perspective of the junior high/early highschool student. Enjoy!
That Girl Over There
Do you see her, that girl,
sitting over there?
I hate that girl, her face, her hair.
Don't look, she'll see!
I don't want anyone to know
that her partner in lab despises her so.
I suspect she 's a fake, a liar of sorts,
coming dressed as a princess,
prepared for a court.
At a smile, the crowd
stands and applauds.
But I won't! I can't!
I know she's a fraud!
For how can hair fall, a delicate rain,
and eyes shine like sapphire's gaze.
How does skin glow, a radiant light
making brightest of day, from darkest of night.
And none of the other girls seem to appear
as a momentary glance of an elegant deer,
prancing and dancing through tall green grass
from science to math and then history class.
Yes, my friend, I hate that girl so.
But don't say a word. I don't want her to know.



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