Vogue Robinson

Her First Choice

by Vogue Robinson

Please, don't think ill of her

Because her estimates of time vs. distance

Are always miscalculated

See, she traverses this corporation

Of ancient and modern architecture

Gazes upon clock towers

As their chimes

Resonate in her memory

And remind her of why

This was her first choice

Her favorite sight?

The blossoming multicultural flowers

Which despite the oppressive weeds

That often restrict the amount of knowledge They are allowed be cultivated with,

Continue to develop

And they inspire her to do the same

Huff-ing and puff-ing over an overpass

Which once symbolized the spotlit set where

Her entrance onto a new stage

Of life would begin…

Now only serves as an obstacle to overcome

In the beaming heat

In order to arrive at her desired location.

Dodging through traffic in the center

Of the Aztec's beating heart

Making her way through halls

Filled with storms of students

Climbing her way up flights of stairs

Seemingly-endless-stairs

Only to be greeted by keyless locks

That block the final pathway to her destination:

The 3'' floor of Storm Hall,

She took the wrong stairway.

More often than not, I'm late to class.

But please, don't think ill of me.