Girls are soft, fun, thoughtful
but when you get a group
together, they are
bad
bad
bad
Girls break rules
with painted toes
and their bellybuttons show
It was still warm outside
and the girls got together to
smoke
smoke
smoke
drink, and cry
and there were no lies that night
Wine and tears
spilled on our thin shirts,
our breath smelt like
nicotine and alcohol
We were
buzzed
buzzed
buzzed
and it felt so
good
good
good
YOU ARE READING
Humanity Soup
PoetryThese are poems that were rejected by my unimpressed creative writing teacher. The content of these poems are true. If there are any questions or remarks, please feel free to share them. Enjoy.
