Bugs Stuck In Cobwebs
Serena Kim '23
seeking refuge under the soaking rain
you, out of the blue, the last person I’d expect, spilled
my hair looked
back then I didn’t listen;
I let it slide
like soap down the drain
but I heard.
I never told you this but
did you know?
I used to fear rain
pulled hoodies over my hair
guilty of my crime that
instead of running down fine hair
raindrops gathered on the frizz like
bugs stuck in cobwebs.
but that night, following the word you spilled
and more words that streamed after
and later on, more events that spewed after
my fingers itched to pull over that hoodie
to protect those thorns from piercing
my half-healed blister.
But now I’m done.
Wasn’t my stolen childhood enough?
I won’t let you pillage and plunder
The self-love that took me years to forge.
So I implore you:
Where bugs thrash
See two-carat diamonds
Speckled and spangled
On my curls that lacquer me like a bridal veil
Never am I
On a rainy day
Pulling my hood for anyone