Twenty years ago
June 3rd,
I walked off
drove off towards the hills of my new dorm, my best friend, my dreams
I had had an insane, rebellion filled year before
The red handcuffs of a “girl’s place” in the rearview mirror, I drove towards freedom, demanding my rights, my equality to the men in my life.
In the valley and on that hill of the university campus,
on hilltop circle,
I saw before me, the truth of a still home life,
one without daily rollercoaster rides
Here, at eighteen, I painted my first lines toward the me without them.
Oh the glory!
