I've never been the type of girl
who had a group of girlfriends.
I'm not familiar with the giggles
from the high school restroom.
I've never skipped through the halls
arm-in-arm with another girl.
All my closest friends have been boys.
Boys listened,
or at least pretended to,
as they stared down my blouse.
Girls always whispered rumors about me;
they judged me for how I looked
in my low-cut shirt and tight jeans.
Maybe they were jealous
that all the boys stopped in their tracks
when I walked by.
But how I cried on the shoulder
of many a boy who wanted to dry my tears
[or maybe they wanted to wet my lips.]