A poem by Sharria Bonner

Late nights, bright screens, caffeine in hand,

 

Chasing dreams across campus land.

Notes stacked high, deadlines on the run,

But somehow, somehow, we still have fun.

Laughter echoes down the crowded halls,

Friendships built between lecture calls.

We stumble, we hustle, we learn, we grow,

College life’s the fire and we’re meant to glow.