An Ode to High School Me
Oh, but you were a sight to see,
All frizzled hair and bucked teeth,
And clothes that questioned the existence of color —
Reading your musings is a treat,
How you knew everything with such certainty
(Even though you failed spelling,
That’s neither here nor there.)
You viewed the world like it had a vendetta
Against the spoiled white girl in the suburbs
Because logic has no place among raging hormones
(And social justice tumblr didn’t exist yet.)
There was so much hurt, little High School Me,
And you were so unaware of the full extent.
But, one difference between the two of us, I believe
Everything is going to be ok.