'New Girl', <br />call 411, <br />she's here, <br />and she's being impressed, <br />by everyone. <br />Most girls are jealus. <br />Most boys just glare. <br />The 'New Girl', <br />is alone, <br />and has no one to talk with, <br />walk with, <br />share secrets with, <br />or have fun with. <br />The new girl, <br />is alone. <br />Let's talk, <br />let's walk, <br />lets share secrets with, <br />lets have fun. <br />No. <br />She's the ' New Girl '. <br />Let's make her feel welcomed, <br />by laughing, <br />stocking, <br />blocking her way, <br />let's make her get lost, <br />don't worry, <br />she'll find her way. <br />The ' New Girl ' <br />is just a girl, <br />she's nothing more, <br />than a ' New Girl ', <br />nobody likes her, <br />nobody cares, <br />everyone just stares, <br />and the boys, <br />just glare. <br />She's the ' New Girl ', <br />we assume she's mean, <br />we assume she's naughty, <br />we assume she's clean. <br />We think she's snobby, <br />we think she's weird, <br />we think she's a nobody, <br />but that ' New Girl ', <br />was me.<br /><br />Jasmine Aira<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/new-girl-2/
