This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Ashoka chapter.
there were lives I would’ve lived, beach soil in our toes,
running, slipping, laughing onto the runway of
anticipation, one-way ticket to the rest of time, our
summer of growing up;
jealous glances shunted across the floor, blitzing like sequins on the skirt she never
bought; once dreamt dreams of debauchery we called growing up
and then this life, the least likely scenario; a
summer of growing up requiems of cancelled
plans and our eternity paused
you’re three lanes down but miles away; the
pixels of my screen like beach soil in your
hair, eyes twinkling like you’ve grown up
By Aamiya Dhillon, for the Trans Solidarity Fundraiser