Jelousy Poem by Emmaline Atkinson

I'm not jealous.
Me?
Jealous?
No.
Like I'd be jealous of her
Blonde
Perfect
Stupid girl
you take her to the skate park
and there she sits
pretty, and not knowing anything
then there's me.
Your friend
I understand
Fakie Bigspin
Beanplant
360 Flip
Yeah, whatever
She knows nothing.
You mention your latest
amazing trick
and she stares
blue-eyed blank-faced beauty.
But you love her
and there's no way
to change that...
Or is there?