Ugly girl

She looks at me and laughs.
Passing notes like sixth graders.
She writes about me,
About the things
she finds humorous
about my appearance.
But,
I’m the one laughing.
Yes,
She may write
to a single person,
About what an ugly bitch
she thinks I am,
But I,
I have a poem
that I will share with many people,
About the stuck-up bitch
In my Art 160 class
On Thursday nights
That has blonde hair,
Light skin,
And sits three rows to my left.