The Race Poem by Rachael Lee

I’m the pure definition of anxiety and nervousness
enclosed in a body of true uncertainty.
Every time I see a black shirt, I tremble.
My legs shake and my throat dries up and closes.
My heart races to beat my quivering lips to safety out of his view.
My legs stop shaking as I sink into the chair in my next class.
I hear his laugh in the room to the left of me and
my stomach churns dreading the bell in 43 minutes
when the process starts all over.