Back to School
Sweat keeps finding its way
Through that new blouse you bought specifically for the first day
Am I in the right room?
I sit down anyways
Because it is worse to ask, and for them to hear your voice
than to sit in a class you don’t belong in
My heart beats
And that sweat
It just keeps finding a way out
of that new blouse I bought specifically for the first day
This poem is about:
Me