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Get Lost by LaShonda Givens

How it all began

Poem by Genevieve Dodson

One

Two 

Three.

It’s time.

The lights turn blue as he looks at me.

My father smiles down at me

As I smile up to him.

I walk up the small stairs,

Holding her hand for grip. 

No railing.

Funny. 

The light hits my ponytail in a pretty way.

I smile.

She smiles.

The crowd of people make me happy.

It means we must’ve done something right.

He was scared in April.

He didn’t hear back.

He didn’t get the gig.

And then, he did.

We did.

I didn’t know that at the time.

ORH. Pepperland.

6/29

 

The night of my life.