As I walked to class
I was already late.
“Free hot chocolate!”
I suppose this is fate.
Smooth and creamy
And not cheaply made
Feet dragging, I waddled
Throwing away my grade.
I saw the posters from far off.
“Fifteen week old fetus”
“What are your thoughts on abortion?”
The question raised a fuss.
As I answered “I’m against it”
And I started to leave
Annoyed by his presence
Tugging on my sleeve.
Suddenly class was a haven
Safe from hard conversations.
He took my email
Interested in my conservation.
Primitive Poetry 