Waltzed into the class
At the beginning of the year,
Not knowing what to expect.
As the second term began,
We were forced into poetry.
A whole month long of it.
April was optional, fortunately
However here we are now in
The middle of September, forced
Into poetry, like a minor into chores
Here I am in physics class, not
focused on vectors but rather on
poetry, and writing this very poem.
April was optional, fortunately.
© Nazeem Khan