Starbucks
Coffee colored aromas fill the air,
As I duck into the bathroom
And fix my hair,
Tuck in my shirt, and tie my shoes.
At times like this I am ashamed,
Of how easily peer pressured--
How easily tamed--
I am by the girls my age.
Gossiping and laughing
In mascara and white—
The three with everything worth having…
Perhaps everything except a brain.
And they didn’t even spare a glance,
For the nerd with the comfortable beanie,
The black coat—mysterious chance,
For an author clicking away.
Yet the pressure came regardless of fear,
And the beanie is ripped away with a grumble,
The black coat is deposited near
And the ponytail casually redone.
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