"Nerds are losers!" They cry.
"Geeks get bruisers!"
The boys and the girls laugh.
They aren't using the word right,
We all know.

We're the ones with our faces in books
With glasses rocking against the surface of our noses
While the others, the ones with the pretty unblemished faces
Get their roses
We accept out honorable certificates
Dignity, pride, it is quite evident

Romance comes to them easily
Romance comes to us in the form of poetry

They laugh, seeing us talk about our favorites
Books, movies, works of wonder,

They think they're better
They think that their popularity comes from looks, money, physical strength

But who do we care?

They're meatheads, idiots, mirror-loving *******.
What are we? Mathematicians, geniuses, book-loving witches.

*They think they're better.