Other Girls

I’ve always seen other girls like they were in another world

One where they never felt odd like I did

A world where everything weird was long forlorn

But I was the only one who thought this indeed

I thought other girls had boys flocking

Everywhere they turn, there was a boy lurking

Of this I could almost swear I was sure

But then I grew and learned it was not so

The other girl down the street was battling drugs.

And One had a pregnancy scare every month

And one had a dad she hated

Today I saw one of the other girls buying the type of chips I liked

When she saw me, she concealed it because it was an odd brand

In her eyes, I realized that in her poem or story, I’d be one of the other girls

We are all like Belle’s teacup

All odd

Only that the chip was in a different corner

For every girl’s cup.