Girls

I am one
But often I wish there were none,
With their constant “populars, losers, and nerds”
You sometimes wish they were only words.

Aphrodite some may call
But in the end it is all,
That can be as mean as a witch
And bad enough for some to ditch.

With their silky soft hair
You’d think they were all heirs
They can argue, yell, and fight
For the stupidest reasons, alright.

But you got to love them, with their pearls
They’re the googly eyed, gorgeous, girls.