Writing comes easy to some.

Others think there just dumb.

My boyfriend needed an essay

and I was a powerful writer.

I told him that i woulf be about a ray

and he said try something lighter.

Eventually a paper was written

but it looked like it was written in mittens.

The paper was about a book

that was about taking a second look.

He took it to class and got a B.

He was satisifed with his grade

but not with me.

He treated me like I was his maid.

Even though he was my best friend.

I had to bring our time to an end.

I didnt deserve the pain

I am more than a plain Jane