The New Girl
August 21, 2005
She catwalks across the front of the class;
cute DC shoes, skater chick or poser?
A lot of legs, stockings, and unshaved that will not pass.
Why do I not like boys?
Stupid boys with their toys.
I would like to have one,
Shame I am a daughter instead of a son.
Cute or not, hopefully, the boys bother her.
Her legs have so much fur that is ammunition.
Beauty and the beast auditions,
Justina is cast as Belle, and the new girl is the beast.
Wait, Belle rescues the beast, and they fall in love.
Shove those thoughts deep, keep them under lock.
Eat the key, do not skip a beat, continue to rock.
Great, Mrs. Pringle decides to point to one of three open desks.
Just my luck; the seat in front of me is open.
When am I going to catch a break?
Please do not talk to me; I am not nice.
Do not sit here princess, this is the icy section.
I will look unwelcoming, and maybe she will detour.
I assure you interloper, you are not welcomed.
I recite in my head, "you shall not pass."
It is a pretty face, and we need her to be a target.
Conflicted about how I want her first day to be.
I also cannot forget that my boobs caused me issues last year.
The last thing I need shouted at me is "queer."
Deep breath and look down at my fingernails.
Let my lack of greeting and disinterest bail me out.
She is beautiful, and I hate that I am crushing.
Fantastic… I can see myself rushing to the new girl's rescue.
Do not look at me and smile with your pretty face.
Dancing into my word, messing up my headspace.