Xenogamy

She’s never heard this word before, and that gives her a scare
It wasn’t on her study list, and that just seems unfair
But there’s also something less unpleasant settling in her mind
A sense of righteous apathy, relief of a certain kind
She’ll either get it right or not, she only has to try
«Definition please?» She asks, and a powerful voice replies…
«Fertilization by cross-pollination
Especially between flowers on different plants.»
She thinks, «That doesn’t help me, it never does.»
She sighs and gives the ceiling a glance
Was it really worth the flashcards, the hours of memorization?
Do types of words nobody needs, deserve so much dedication?
Realizing, maybe I am only here ‘cuz some fool wants a song to start with X
For a moment she just stands there, twiddling her thumbs, thinking of flower sex
This spelling bee is just a flower, one small stop for a bee like me
This man behind the table, even he has to have checked
He makes a face, and then he says, «I'm sorry but that’s incorrect.»
Dad’s smile drops, as does mom’s hand, her phone no longer filming
Excitedly their daughter skips away, decidedly leaving the building