I Cannot Get Along With Her

Four little girls in second grade Each carrying a backpack of pure unhappiness Not willing to be friends on their own So I started a friendship club They had fun together Until one pointed to another and said I cannot get along with her That’s too bad, I said. I guess you cannot be in the friendship club. SHE CAN’T GET ALONG WITH ME EITHER! She did not say that, I told her. We will miss you. No, I think I can get along with her, she said. I rolled my eyes silently, inside my head where she could not see me. Girls choose to like or not like at an early age. No rhyme or reason to it.