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Melissa sits in the back of the classroom afraid to speak up, She pulls awkwardly at her extra loose khaki cargo pants, She doesn't want the boys to notice her. James finds himself at the back of a classroom, His baseball cap casts a shadow on his pimple stained forehead, A wide shirt hangs from his broad shoulders, But no one ever noticed him. Melissa The teacher asks, And she says nothing because she is not here, And Melissa has never been here, Because Melissa is just some abstract jumble of syllables that doesn't fit her position, She is not what she seems, She doesn't want to have to explain to her mother for the 232nd time