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.

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Pencilmarks and Scribbles Magazine was founded in 2017 by Clara Jack to be a home for African writers, asking them to come as they are and giving them room for growth. The publication aims to give back to the Nigerian Literary scene for the things it has given us.