Found it!

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.

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