First Period - Girl's Perspective

Just after the morning bell rang, I stepped in class with my friends for Art,
went to the back where projectors are, to chat before lecture starts;
talking about the latest collab of Cher and Headley...
That’s when she walked in, and we all stared intently...
Her name was Ella – she looks kind of scary, deadly…
She pointed at the far corner like .. “there’s the best seat”.
She has the largest of trunks; gives off a whiff full of smoke
and so much piercings, when she nods, its like a jingle arose.
We thought no one would ever see this chick and approach
that’s why we called her ella-phant, for she was bigger than most.

End of School

Walking down the hall looking through rooms of latter classes
but it was at the last room where we stopped and looked – flabbergasted.
The room fit a yoga description; the cutest kids on mats, opened to listen
staring amiably at the one encircled – looking focused and driven.
It was Ella.. teaching the lotus position
with a puppy resting on her head with a look that read: “hopelessly smitten”.
We walked away doubting our eyes but after an hour’s reflection;
we wondered why, at first site, she gave a sour impression…

Next Day - First Period

We got to class thinking: “should we view her different now?”
We used our phones to search online and figure it out
and we all reached the goal together
when we accessed her online journal through a social network:
She’s a slave of a bad past, was raped by her grand-dad,
her whole family passed away when the van crashed,
smoking helps her when she’s taking the Zantac
and yoga is an aid when she’s evading the flashbacks.
So when Ella walked in, reticence was assumed.
As she sat, we looked at her, feeling credulous and obtuse;
Someone tenebrous with a mood has an elegance some pursue?
Now we sit here quietly… with the ‘ella-phant in the room’.