Too School For Cool
Glasses, thick rimmed, magnifier.
Pencils secure in my front pocket.
My hair is in braids, my teeth glisten with braces.
Jocks laugh, but I know I’m cool. I’m wrong, so so wrong in society,
But who cares? Not me. I play chess at lunch; I roll my white patterned socks up.
Classic nerd. Strutting around school, with my maths awards...
They think there cool with their short skirts and faces caked in makeup. Yeah
Sure, if you say so. I am the underdog, but I am the invisible beauty. The on