Heat, i can handle,
Humidity, not so much
My curls frizz,
I look like a different person.
My lungs fill with the damp air
I feel the struggle to breathe,
The fear of suffocating in the back of my mind.
I can feel the dampness
In the classroom around me,
The tables sticky
and the paper feels different,
Soft and wet in texture.
I'm cold yet sweaty,
it's not a fever,
it's the humidity that surrounds me.
I wait for the rain to come-
Hopefully taking the humidity away
With each drop off rain that falls.
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