Who are we?
The woman with her blond bob
across the table with her clipboard
asking questions to ascertain
if I am the “right” kind of person.
Can I belong here? and does it matter
where I come from? Can I answer
in these walls - thick with history,
holding the laughter of many girls
who came here to learn, and live
something of themselves. Although
I wonder who could really answer
who they are and who they were.
