I know it isn't fair,
But there's always a slight favourite.
She has a fountain of tea-red curly hair,
A gangly teenager, half moon of a woman.

I don't know why she stands out
But she emanates a warmth
She is a child Pinterest threw up
She is fairy lights, post its and posters.

with bells in her voice
she sings in a husky deep
has no idea how talented
how emotionally brave and strong she is.

She writes beautiful, heartfelt poetry
With an envious ease and earn praise.
"Miss, I want to join Human Resources when i'm older"
She joyfully proclaims.

"There's nothing wrong with HR..."
I try my diplomatic side,
But you were born to be an artist
It says so in your defining eyes.