• Her life seems so easy to me.
    She smiles all day long.
    Too shy to answer a question at school,
    I’ve known her all along,
    The not-so-smart-student,
    who eats with a couple friends,
    one or two popular,
    walking hand in hand.
    Oh yes I know this student,
    Defined her a million times.
    Her definition better, far better than mine.
    Her clothes don’t match her smile.
    Black as night could be.
    Some color here or there, make-up came eventually.
    And as I walk the hallways
    Passing this student time and time,
    I observe her manners,
    Her posture, like mine.
    Her smile, like me.
    Her face,
    But I look away,
    The bell rings “no more time.”
    Later the bell rings again, and I whisper “I’m free.”
    I’m walking far away now,
    To the silent numbing walk of home.
    The stress and pain and agony melt with each passing step.
    And as I’m walking to my door and up the street I go,
    I see her walking there, walking all alone,
    Passing this student time and time,
    I observed her manners,
    Her posture,
    Her smile,
    Her face,
    And for once I noticed that her face, was mine.