January
A dorky girl that never beamed
Un-noticed and alone she seemed;
The books her hand tightly clutched;
and big eyeglasses as its match.
Been called a nerdy, weird and not classy;
For she wore jeans and baggy shirts only;
Her style was old, as she was told;
Yet she never spoke from the judging words.
Students passed, wearing their mask;
Blondes with skirts and guys as ass;
The place she always longed to leave;
Still plain poor June obliged to stick.
A walk to Math Class terrified her;
The path full of nonsense chants and gibbers;
As she opened the door to room one-o-four
She was bumped by a shameless God greek- moron
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Plain June - Editing
PoetryThey call her June; Was born in Month, A bit of weird, And was always smart. They call her June; A girl of plain, Unflavored life, And boring game. They call her June; A serious nerd, Who always wear Glasses for blurred. They call her June; And laug...
