SUMMER
Big ol’ happy smiles
Loud, victorious cheers
Finally no more work
No more exams to fear
Running full-speed
Papers are in the air
Giving final hugs
No more occupied chairs
Tight, red crop top
Black, leather skirt
Gold studded flats
Ooh, girl, you better work
Black graphic tee
Baggy khaki shorts
Cheetah-printed Vans
If you’re really fresh, then we all support
Loosen up your ties
Take a deep breath
Let it out slow
Nothing’s coming next
Hot dogs on the grill
People everywhere
Music blasting loud
Laughter fills the air
Scorchin’ hot sun
Glossy, black Hummer
Every AC is on
Oh, how I love summer
By: Naziirah Vines
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