(Scarlet) email from a girl named Diversity
Deeply you yearn for me
But at the first chance you connect with my contrast
Walking by everyday, sometimes in a rush
Even then I’m already at your destination
Omnipresent, anxious like children in a toy store
Waiting to be acknowledged yet ignored like the bottom shelf special
Often condemned in circles of ignorance
Yet this campus prides itself in my presence
Do you feel the same?
I’m only your classmate, that girl you stand on line with at Starbucks
Playing volleyball by Woodward, or smoking a cig in the back of Smith
Shooting pool in the gameroom, or trading cards in the lounge
Lost in the music of your headphones
How do I yield your attention?
Our time together shortens each day
Your pending graduation, ascension into new realms
Places where I’m abundant, others not a trace or sound
In your face and peripherals so just stop and speak
Just about the only thing on this campus that’s free.