In first grade she was afraid
to talk to boys because
boys have cooties
In second grade she ran into a boy in
class and cried because she
didn't want cooties
In third grade she had her first crush
on a boy who wasn't so popular
with the other kids
In fourth grade she said
two words to him,
"You're cute".
In fifth grade she was partners with
him for a school project
In sixth grade she stared at him from
her seat in the back of ten classroom
wishing that she could sit next to him
In seventh grade she put her moms
makeup on for him,
he called her fat and a whore
In eighth grade she put on the shortest
skirt that she could find and put
more makeup on her face all for him
but he became too popular to notice
In ninth grade he touched her butt
and called her a filthy slut for letting
him, he told all his friends that they
hooked up
In tenth grade she wanted
to be dead because the boy
told her that she would be
better off that way
In eleventh grade she stopped
trying,
she also stopped eating so she wouldn't
be fat
In twelfth grade she wrote a letter
about what she loved about herself
and left it blank because what was there
to love?
She never finished twelfth grade,
At her funeral the boy cried,
he didn't mean for it to go this far,
another boy cried too,
he cried because he loved the girl
and now he will never get to tell her.
s.l.
