The Flawless, Jealous Girls

By Annie Harte

She looked at her and longed for her bravery

She looked at this girl and prayed for her strength

She looked at that girl and cried for her smarts

She looked at another girl and dreamed of having a body like hers

Little did she know, that everyone was staring at her, itching for her beauty and intelligence and courage

“Your beautiful just the way you are.” 

But how can I believe that when I’m standing next to her?

The same question repeated over and over and over and over

Because she’s jealous of her and she’s jealous of her and she’s jealous of her and she says-

“But she’s perfect”

“But I call you beautiful.”  

I call you smart.

I call you invincible. 

And I call you- jealous. 

She looks at her and can’t believe how oblivious she is to her own beauty

The girls stare at each other and once again repeat the same words, an echo of a thousand bombs,

“How could someone that flawless be that jealous?”