they called her cereal girl
ninety five pounds of
white jamaican pep
her dumb doe eyes the colour of
why are all those
boys looking at her like that, can't they
see she is terrified, her tiny guts
filled with fruit loops and i
didn't notice a bathroom trip,
maybe she kept it this time?
and i wonder what it must be
like for a magnet in mangled skinny jeans
(oh, they're against dress code for sure,
but the men love her for it)
and if, like being looked over for a
teenage girl supernova,
you get used to it.