by Ava Alaeddini
1962
(A poem based on when my grandparents met)
1962 was the year I met you
Wearing the pearl necklace my mother gave me when I was ten
He cut threw the tradition that accompanied my family
Time and time again, he made me laugh
And in 1963, you finally asked me to go to the movies
Tossing up your newspaper cap in the air
Walking with me down the gloomy street
You turned around and asked,
“Marry me in 1964?”
And so I did.
Crazy Poor Rich Girl
She spends her day at the country club
Sitting in the bright sun
Tanning for fun
Doesn’t understand how the consequences will ruin someone
Prep school debutante
Wont just talk to anyone
And all the girls want to be her friend,
But the amount of Dior dresses they have is close to none
Same Cycle
Here I am
Another day, another night
Same cycle, moving in the same motion
Same pattern
Same movement
The same lights flicker on and off
The same people sit next to you in class
The same teachers teach you for nine months
And yet while we are stuck in the same cycle for a few years
Life then suddenly changes before our eyes
A new school
New friends
New teachers
New memories
Same cycle
