Ms. Teen

Caitlin MacCutcheon

She forgets about beauty,

She doesn’t like to say grace,

She’d be lying if she said she’s proud of the United States.

Ms. Teen is right but barely heard,

Never asked the important questions, her answers always deferred

By what he thinks is right and what he has to say

Their attention is kept by him and her words are forgotten with the new day

Overlooked enough times, it struck her final chord

She realized she had a bad look and her look was being bored

Now she pretends to think its funny, smiles until it hurts

She also learned it helps to skip over desserts


They drink her beauty,

They applaud her grace,

They pledge allegiance to things as simple as her well kept plaits.