The Favorite
i can already see a crown on her head
everyone loves her
even that physics teacher who hates everyone
gives her a smile when she walks in
i sit at the back of the class
and hate her
because she doesn't need love oh no
what she needs is a wake up call
not everyone bows at her feet
or whispers praises in her ear
i refuse to fall for it
lies lies lies
she is all lies
i know it
i can feel it.
This poem is about:
My community