I'm Jealous Of Her Brain

I'm jealous of her brain.
Her poetry
How it cuts through the soul
Bringing grown men to their knees
Weeping like broken hearted children.

Her brain, a wonder to behold
Words flow like a river, untamed and bold
Verses that slice through the air
Leaving hearts broken, shattered in despair

I, in contrast, struggle to write
Words escaping me, like a bird in flight
Not the brightest, not the best
A GPA so low, it put me to the test

Cheating, my only solution
To graduate high school, no more confusion
But she, oh she is on another plane
A thesaurus of knowledge, a never-ending vein

Where does she store all those words?
Those similes, those metaphors, so absurd
Her brain, a vessel for creativity
I'm jealous, oh so full of envy

But more than that, I am happy
For her talent, her passion, her poetry
Write on, lady, let your words fly
Let the world hear your magic, let your voice reach the sky.