what is it with boys?
boys who like girls.
this is the boys i know.
rachel, rachel, rachel.
and i am ho hum staring
into the galactic space,
who are you?
they go
rachel rachel rachel.
and i am ho hum
what was your name?
did we talk about that...
oh now i remember.
yes i remember now.
and then they swim in
my blood like a virus
and i wake up one
day sweating and shaking
with some kind of
desire for the
boy who poked and prodded
me to some kind of
attention.
Yes, what is it with boys?
the day i notice them
is the day they yank my
hair and push me away,
push me down,
push me to the dirt.
and then i follow them
arms outstretched
begging and crying
for their attention
now that i don't have it.