Classmate Poem by Jackie Chou
Classmate
She haunts me at 6 a.m.
Ghetto girl,
who defies comparisons
to goddesses.
She ruins my morning
with her glassy brown eyes,
lips and cheeks
like pastel sunset.
Smile that stretches for years.
I can still smell her hairspray,
feel the fabric of her clothes.
The male genitals
boys drew over my face
on pictures I took with her.
Her beauty trapped
in glossy memories
of her childhood glory.
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