TomBoy

They say girls,
Are made from spice,
Sugars, sweets,
And everything nice,
But she proved them wrong,
Her torn jeans,
Her converse,
Proud as hell,
All the other girls,
Thought she was odd,
But the boys didn't care,
Climbing trees,
Playing ball,
Tough as nails,
She beat them all,
But she's a tomboy,
One of the gang,
A pal,
A bud,
And that is all,
They never see her,
As a girl.
Or a potential crush,
And sometimes,
She ignores it,
But she feels,
What is really going on,
I really don't know,
How this poem should end,
But she is just a tomboy,
And still she is.....

Reviews

[Encore]

This is really cute.
"I really don't know,
How this poem should end"
Very blunt, but I like it that way!

Good job, it's a relateable piece. Kudos to you!

[lauren emily]

I LOVED this. I can relate...a lot. haha.
Loved the flow and rhythm of this...Very nice write. :)

Keep up the awesome work,

~Lauren