Your pretty blue eyes
sparkle in the sun
And your waist length locks
flow around you when you run
Your voice so clear, I hear
up and down the hall
Bosoms just perfect
above a waist so small
Your complexion always
looks beautifully Photoshopped
And ten guys line up each time
your books, you’ve dropped
We all admire you from afar
and wish we could be you
After we talk about your fakeness
and secretly hate you
This poem is fictional – about how an unpopular group of girls might view the popular girl in school. I’ve always thought it ironic how popular girls are envied and hated at the same time. Linking up at dVersePoets this evening.
Poetic Ponderings 
true that…extremely well looking people are often loved and envied at the same time.. sometimes the good looks makes it easier and sometimes more difficult for them.. in the long haul though it’s their character that will make the difference, no matter how good the look is..
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Character definitely should always have the last word…but often times in high school, the looks matter a lot…sad, but true…
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Ha. I know this feeling. Girs girls girls (well, not all) but I was one of those envious of the pretty girl and more than willing to find fault so that I can – ehem – feel not too insecure about myself. 🙂
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I’m willing to admit that I’ve envied a girl or two – but I’ve never hated anyone nor talked behind their backs either. Secretly, I’ve sometimes wished to be beautiful. Don’t we all? 🙂
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Nicely done!! Great punch line and very fine build up. Tis a cruel world
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A cruel world indeed. And I hope to never be on the receiving end of it! 🙂
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smiles…it does happen…we judge based on what we see without ever really looking at the life beneath…and that can go a couple different ways…but nice grabbing us there in the end…
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So we think that as adults, we ought to know better. Ah well…que sera, sera. 🙂
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It’s a fine double edged sword, isn’t it. I often wonder how the “beautiful” people feel – after all, they are as human as you and me!
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I wouldn’t know, because I’ve never been one of the “beautiful people” in high school. Haha! 😉
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So often true. At that age it seems like the only way we could affirm ourselves was to put down someone else. Teens are all so insecure. Good take on the prompt.
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Sad, but true. And hopefully, most people grow out of that habit. (And thanks for the comment.)
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Having never been one of the beautiful people, nor of the in-crowd, I know the way jealousy can arise so easily in a person. Now, years after school, I wonder how hard it must have been to be beautiful, to be always looked at, lusted after etc and I’m glad that I’m plain and ordinary-looking.
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I totally understand what you mean. Now that I’m (ahem) wiser, I’ve often thought of the same things – about “beautiful people.”
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nice little twist at the end.
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Thanks. It was sure tricky figuring out how to twist it in the end. I’m glad it worked! 🙂
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Reading this was nice, light entertainment. I liked the rhyming and the objective, it was kind of like a bad-ass, Slam-poetry-esque type of poem. I haven’t come across one in a while!
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Thank you. I’m truly glad you enjoyed it. …smiles…
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I got blue eyes!!! And I’ve been told I have skin to die for. I was pretty popular in high school.
It’s about me, isn’t it? LOL
Well I do have blue eyes and take good care of my skin, but the reason I got popular in high school was because I told the mean popular girl off in front of everyone when she started making fun of someone. She made the poor girl cry and then was laughing at her.
very cruel.
she wasn’t laughing when I was done with her.
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Aha! He heee. 🙂 Just kidding. I totally did not have you in mind when I wrote this. But yay you for standing up for the little guys! I’m so glad I’m on your good side. Heh. 😉
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I really love the way your poem moves. I have always been rather peculiar looking to be honest (certainly not a traditional beauty and never popular socially) but I remember in high school I had this one class and inexplicably all the guys liked me they even had a schedule on who could sit with me and which day (it made no sense to me whatever) but I can say I was not popular with the girls in that class. One of them asked me why the guys liked me since I obviously wasn’t slutty and I just did not know one of the guys answered instead. They said it was because I was just myself, no games. It was truly bizarre I think at some point we all invoke envy, because everyone has something special.
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Ah yes. What every girl hope for…to be herself and loved for it. How lucky you were that you were such a girl early in life! And if my guess is true, you still are special in that way. 🙂
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Awww thank you that is so sweet =) No doubt that you are special!
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