Under the blatant streetlight
gave me art and life
until the early mornings
of the summer parental-warnings
as vices swirled
and delayed my morals
with the fear that I'll be weak
for staying as pure and meek
that led to screams and the end of it
until the one-sided confrontation.
Then, I was greeted by one dove
and another blatant light above,
vaping in the car at night
and looking up, convinced that I was alright
with he who I thought I was to marry
and some friends who left me a bit wary,
for I was as sensitive as I was menstruating
while sharing times in which we were singing.
A minor gallimaufry finally influenced me
to focus heavily on the grave decision to leave;
a collective family of differences
yet we were somehow the same and barely sinned.
This was, moreover, a relief,
yet we were somewhat distant in the same dream.
YOU ARE READING
indoors.
PoetryWhat's a college junior to do when her young adulthood has been robbed of a rainbow of events, support, more than one tight bond, and life lessons? The birth of this collection of poetry.
