By Roshni Riar, Staff Writer
May you remember where you came from.
May brings the summer semester, are you taking any classes?
May means jeans and a T-shirt. Sweater optional.
May I use the washroom? I don’t know, can you?
May transitions to June transitions to sticky summer skin.
May-onnaise is disgusting.
May mother come home safely.
May-be she should carry pepper spray for her walk.
May-flower brought new hope, hatred, and horror.
Mae West once said, “Too much of a good thing can be taxing.”
Ma-zes are meant for children who don’t mind feeling lost.
May you find a reason to keep going.
May you feel confident in your future endeavours.
May-be that reads like a shitty greeting card.
May-be it’s Maybelline.
May I finish this poem with a bang.
May-hem is all around us.