20 minutes into our Calculus test and the kid behind me taps me on the shoulder. I know better than to think he’s flirting, he just wants help. “What’s the answer to number seven?” I want to tell him to figure it out himself. I want to explain to him that if he had paid
This is the fourth installment in the Pride Poems series. This poem is about yellow and what the color on the original pride flag represents. This poem is about sunlight. The bright rays kiss your skin As we lay out in the grass We care not of our sins Or of our social class Out