Young Adult
I am in the throes
of the time of a young life
when all that matters is
which college I will attend.
I always say I am drawn to one.
I wish it was for the pretty
grove of trees stretching the campus,
but, in reality,
it is where
I felt the safest.
I wonder if this is because I am a woman,
or a woman who has been abused.
This poem is about:
Me