Arrival

A short poem describing the majority of my first term at university. A few years ago now.

Arrival
Rappers tough and hardened.
But I beg your pardon, this I am not.
middle class, easy life, no strife.
But rhyming? Lets give it a shot.
Uni, new life, that's right, From Fen boy, to Kent man, no plan.
Small town safety, big fish little pond, look beyond.
Arrival new face, new place, abscond.
Nerves, insecurity, don't disgrace, in this foot race to get smashed.
night one, I'm nurse maid, well played. Reputation amassed, "nice bloke". I hope.
Skip-rope as a social beaver, weaving my way through a maze of drama, panorama of fresh
perspective.
Finance and brown pants, responsible for my own survival.
A young man's revival.
Drugs on offer, not swayed.
E spectator. I'm the narrator on this guy's trip.
David Attenborough dancing to a beat that my feet can't match.
A foreign, but fine birthday, feat; my girl, acting culture vultures we felt like we aught t', see platform 9 and 3 quarters.
Boxing starts, amongst Tysons, I bite in, head first, with a thirst to learn.
I feel the burn of a practice jab.
And not to be cryptic, but I got punched in the face a lot.
Face dispersed.
Reading and believing in myself, it's a journey that I'm lovin', so keep it coming.
let's get achieving.