Part 1: A Cocoon

I've come to a realization. At college, deeply nestled into the cocoon I'd like to call academia, I am safe. All the problems in the world sit before me on pages--essay after essay scrutinizing reality, hereby showing reality in a less than brilliant light. But, only on pages. Just words, intangible, almost non-existent in academia. Racial disparities, homophobic tragedies, misogynistic downfalls written line after line: intersectionality more present than ever before. Now the world looks different. I sit on my blue striped twin bed looking outside. The trees are bare. The grass browned and splotchy. But, nothing can touch me. Untouchable. The world passes us all by. 3,000 girls and a few hundred professors, all untouchable. We're safe in here. Always another girl adjacent to me, and to her another girl's whispers can be surprisingly understood. A cocoon.