Synthia

Synthia

 

Addicted to the ice

Don’t have to ask her twice

If she needs a ride to Starbucks

Coach will lend his big ol’ truck.

We basically met through Snapchat

When she replied to my story.

Occasionally, in Biology,

She shares a video of someone getting butt surgery.

Started coming to her room
Just to take a nap,

Praying I wouldn’t end up in her snaps.

She wears all black

And is far from being a packrat.

Wears only jean skirts

And quite often, black shirts.

I’ve come to know her as my best friend.

To others,she’s an amiga.

We’ve both grown,

But soon she’ll be on her own.

Being a senior is a big deal.

When she graduates,

My heart will never heal.

I’d pray the experience wasn’t real.

Her summer job is at McDonald’s.

She’s Synthia from McDonald’s.

Wearing black on black,

Always on the snap.

Black shirt, jean skirt.

black shoes, never has the blues.

And when the years pass

And neither of us have class

We’ll call up coach

And go to Starbucks at the expense of his truck’s gas.

This poem is about: 
My community

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