She gets good grades,
Wear neat and descent clothes
Glasses on her nose
Books to her chest.
You laugh at her
But she ignores your comment
And when she goes home, she gets slaps for not getting a 100 on her test.
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Misunderstood
PoetryYou could hear it all... The sweet rhythm she made with her violin The banging of the stick to the drums The sound that came were hiccups and screams What happened to them.
