School Days of a Pop Star
School Days of a Pop Star
Bored in History now,
Staring out the window,
Drumming a rhythm
On the lid-top desk
With a pencil she’s bitten
Marks into the soft
Pink cedar of with teeth
White and straight
As politicians,
Ignoring what her teacher
Said about lead.
She’s smarter than him
And they both know it.
Neither popular nor not.
There will be time for that.
Wearing whatever she likes,
Laughing when someone
Tells her she’s clashing.
Befriending the boy
With the stutter
Who starts making her beats.
In the principal’s again.
For what? Intransigence.
Or trickeries of her tongue
Concealing gum.
A decade later,
The same teacher
At the same board,
Different students,
Same boredom.
Waiting for the bell,
They ask him to tell them
What she was like.
He pauses a moment.
Unremarkable.