Mrs. Ram's Jams

the morning hues state fair cotton candy blue and pink
and stops me and my Vans in my tracks
makes me blink hard and think
how can the world be so painfully pretty

i riffle through my rusty locker at school
while staring at the brunette with the sharp Cara Delevingne eyebrows and cheekbones
who sparkles glossy cool versus me, a murky cesspool
and i wonder what it's like to be so painfully pretty

i skip English class and beeline to the bathroom
because iambic pentameter and two star-crossed lovers
would only weight sighs to my gloom and we both know they die anyway in the tomb
i just can't stomach poetry that painfully pretty

i size myself up in the cracked mirror
wiping away the tears, i fall in and disappear

because everything but me is painfully pretty