I remember the first day I entered Harvard Yard.
I quaked in my boots as I wandered among the brilliant,
the rich, the beloved, the "others", all who were not like me.
I crept into class, hoping to squeak by,
fearing the worst
A generation later,
she owns the place, pink tiara and
shiny boots, she quickly dismisses the guys
who claim to understand but clearly don't.
she's the president of Harvard University,
a Princess, she will rock the world.