By: Sodeeq Opeyemi Ibikunle
Blueprint of a Freshman
A canvas fresh, a binder clean,
A hopeful heart, sixteen or seventeen.
With boxes packed, and fears suppressed,
They face the world, put to the test.
The halls are vast, the faces strange,
A sudden, overwhelming change.
They seek the map, the hidden code,
To navigate this heavy load.
A syllabus, a whispered name,
A tentative grasp of the college game.
They start to sketch who they might be,
A first attempt at destiny.
The lines are drawn with hesitant hand,
A future they don't understand.
Mistakes erase, new ink will flow,
A blueprint starting slow to grow.
From awkward angles, sharp and neat,
A foundation laid beneath their feet.
They learn the shape of "who I am,"
A hopeful, fragile diagram.
The blueprint smudges, tears appear,
But courage conquers every fear.
And step by step, they draw the plan,
The architecture of a full-grown man/woman.