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Popularity anthem

I see you walk in the hallways, holding his hand, with all the boy’s eyes on you, as they admire to be in his position and all the girl’s eyes on him, wishing to be in your position. The perfect couple, head cheerleader and best ball player.
But
You don’t look happy, as your eyes look down to avoid conversation, the same look you give when ever you sad.

As he high fives his friends, cause he has accomplished the mission which is to be with you, the hottest girl in school, he achievement makes you a price.
But he can’t give the same high five, when you ask him, why he thinks your favorite color is red? I don’t know is his answer.
I sit behind you in 4 classes we share. Wishing you ask me that question in which I would answer ' your color is red as you always have something red on, if not the attire, your bracelets are always red, if that’s not prove enough, the fragrance of your perfume is RoSEERS, which is contented in a red glass bottle, with a rose around it’.I know this perfume cause a rose is one of the common favorites we shares, as you allows go crazy for the roses every valentines day

Every time I see you my heart folds up and I put on a stall face, I mean, I don’t want you to see my emotions of happiness as we pass each other in the hallway, or entering the class with our eyes locked with eyes.
But the staleness of my face disappeared as you said hi.
The first thing you said to me, in our first conversation ever today, ever since elementary school ' you have beautiful eyes’. You said, never been told that by anyone so I blush blissful.
We spoke, laughed as you take a moment realizing that I offer more then sex or status.
we formed a friendship, as you would hold my hand or hug me or touch my face in the hallways or in class, but one paid attention cause my status was too low for any one to assume, I mean not even for your boyfriend.

But yesterday as I was walking you to class, you told me I had something on my face, with laughter, you turned me around, and tried to wipe it off, but this time, the connection of our skins, made you pose as your eyes opened wide, and body froze, like you saw the future or something, I asked what’s wrong, you sniped back to reality and ran the other way.

As you hit a realization, you make a list, of both the relationships you in(me and mr cool)
As you saw that I listen, respond, talk and advise you and he doesn’t
I make you feel like a person, taking the time to understand your feelings and emotions and he treats you like a queen with materials etc.
In a short time, u feel like I know you, and he doesn’t
I pay you complements on everything accept your body and all he says is how great  your ass looks
But
His status are more leveraged then mine
His rich, I’m average
His liked and known by everyone, and I known but a few, most being teachers
His cool, I’m not
His a sportsman, NBA material, so fame will taste as a  basketball wife, I’m a writer.

This list just makes you see that I’m real and is fantasy, as his what you want and I’m what you need.
But like always you rub of the truth cause its hard to face, as you have accepted the concept, that people will never take you seriously, mentally, cause you face will sell your dreams to you  

As you sit with me and my friends, introducing me to your friends as a friend. For most people guys that will be  rock down, cause the connection between us, we both feel it, but not me cause, I saw the way you said it, your mind didn’t mean it,  but your smile makes this false statement convincing. But I understand. Cause you a cheerleader, I’m a nerd.
What you want makes your life easier, and me what you need will me make it hard.
I understand cause this the popularity anthem.

(2013)

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