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May 2012
Wide eyed
frightened
mommy holds your hand.
Not in public, mom!
Not in public!

Wide eyed
overwhelmed
tears battle to the surface.
Not in public, tears!
Not in public!

Wide eyed
excited
home for the next four years.
Are you ready?
Am I ready?

Mom’s gonna cry
Daddy’s yelling instructions.
You can’t read the map.
How will you manage?
How will I manage?

Students walk by
skinny jeans and sneakers
iPods on blast.
They’re so cool.
They’re so intimidating.

In and out of libraries
piles of books in their arms
they’re smiling
they’re laughing
you feel like crying.
I feel like crying.

You want to be here
it’s all you’ve ever planned for
Will you ever fit in?
Don’t cry
I won’t if you don’t

Mom and dad follow you.
You want them to leave
so you can be alone.
You don’t want them to go.
You don’t really want them to go.

Your little brother
looks up at you
looks up to you
give him a hug.
You need a hug.

Walk past me
I’m in skinny jeans and sneakers
iPod on blast
I’m so intimidating
You’re so intimidating.

Mommy holds your hand
daddy’s yelling instructions
your little brother looks up at you
Will you ever fit in?
I’m so intimidating.
Don’t cry
I won’t if you don’t.
Nora Agha
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