No
No to the DBQs.
No to the dialecticals.
No to the derivatives.
No more.
No to the research projects,
the industrial revolution, and
activation energies.
No more.
No to the all-nights,
the missed meals, and
the final exams.
No more.
No to the anxiety,
the depression,
the self-hatred.
No more.
But, yes to the memories,
the friends,
the long-dreaded goodbyes.
Yes to those.
Yes to the last walk through,
the last class,
the final bell.
Yes to those.
Yes to the parties,
the graduation caps,
the 8 by 11 picture frame,
Yes to that.
Yes to the memories,
just two more months.
This poem is about:
My community