That high school teachers grade easier. Somehow
She forgot that fact. We parroted our
Verses, platitudes, and skipped the 60s.
We learned the North was right; the Brits were vile.
Those Injuns— just look at their casinos.
White male Protestants are right. Jesus rose
On the third day. Evolution's a lie.
Now I know that Abe was honest and King
George the Third upped taxes unreasonably.
But the mystery lies not with bigotry.
She never mentioned the word "appealing."
Gaunt with uncombed hair, why should I turn heads?
"Loud mouth, bird legs, don't be a know-it-all."
Now, he that taught me Marvell and the Fall
Apparently gives A's to girls with bronzed legs.
You praise justice; Marlow you criticize.
"A facade he lived," you scoff, "What a fool."
While he imagines my body: "Babe, you'll
Make a great wife," say his wide hungry eyes.
Estelle, when you write poems like this, you make me burn with jealousy. You're just as good as poet of the Barbie Doll poem.
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