When I Vent... Poem by Safiyyah Manjra

It's when I begin to miss you.
I open a book which reminds me…

Something called ‘Elements of Physical Chemistry.'

I really miss not putting in the effort to get that first.
I hated that B+ when we both know it should've been an A+,
I didn't like the subject and studying it was annoying.
It was a mistake taking it as an elective.

I hated admitting it to you.
So I brushed it off saying it is no issue.

My heart broke when you said "it's a pity."

These are all feelings of pain I've been hiding.
I didn't know what a "first" was until you mentioned it to me.

From Jamaica, you wear that pride as a glory.
You helped me find myself when I was lost among the debris.

So I read this Physical Chemistry.
In solace so that it comforts me and makes me happy.
In your absence I feel misery.

You made something difficult seem simple.
I enjoyed the classes and found each of them fruitful.