I finally found the picture I wanted to post with this poem originally, so…be prepared for a rerun. Happy spring, my hearts!
Popcorn buttered the crisp autumn air
And music overwhelmed the dusk.
I walked among these others, all wide-eyed and sweet
Red sweater, golden corduroys,
Fresh airbrush tattoo on my right hip—
How scandalous; how trite.
Laughing and sighing and friend-making,
I trailed in the wake of a social goddess,
Noting, with surprise, I was just as lithe as she,
My smile just as bright.
Together, we were the belles of the Fall Fest,
Freshman Cinderellas painting the quad red.
I watched the foam joust,
Princes battering each other with giant cotton swabs,
And thought: This could be where I belong.
This place, where I realized I was beautiful
In the one, short hour before the gathering night,
When I was unafraid.