Reminiscing about the crowded halls
Navigating a world so unknown
I cry quietly in Grandma’s bedroom
I’d be better off alone
These kids know what is in and out
Placing me into a box I can’t see
Labeling it with their judgements
Slapping them on top of me
Rather than join the crowd
I grow appreciation for my new surroundings
It beats being in front of a grocery store
In the heat, rain, or snow selling candy
Most of my decisions leave me mortified
Thankfully, I tend not to dwell
I need to give credit where credit is due
After all, I’m only searching for myself
Sarah Lopez 