Thread: The Girl in the back of the classroom

My 90’s pin-up girl mask is broken.
Letting loose the world’s
Spring break mistake.
A child molded of self-proclaimed
anime trivia masters,
And bites and pieces of Jimmy Hendrix’s guitar.
I don’t have a face.
I have a brain sewn together
By Lincoln’s motto,
And a heart filled with India Arie lyrics.

I am that snow storm
In the middle of July.

I’m that word that lingers
On your tongue
I’m right there-
I’m right there-
I’m right there-
But you cant think of me.
But I’m right there.

I am that perfect poem
Haunting your mind.
Every time your jot me down
You forget my second line.
You cant think of me
But I’m right there.

I am the lecture during history,
I went in one ear
And out the other.

I am the mute.
He loudest thinker.

I am she.
The girl in the back of the
classroom.