they are education majors these girls
future teachers of our children
they sing bawdy rap songs in response to consitutional cases
and dance in their seats
they distribute glossy flyers for bare skin strip shows 
and 19th birthday parties
picking and choosing who they invite like second grade
they are gucci bags
burberry hats
designer everything as they rush late and loud into class
to take their chairs in the front row
ringing cell phones
and unrelated questions
they are freshman 
getting fresh with men through bare arms in winter 
and lips slick with artifical dew
they are whispered conversations 
and secret smiles at the professor's feet
bodly professing opinions on race and what is beautiful
at some junctures they are bubbling brown wellsprings of pride
and at others sad facts and stereotypes to shake bowed heads at
they are thick with life these girls
heavy with quick smiles and laughter that tingles the skin
voluptous with spirits
overflowing with soul
they offer glimpses into lives 
filled with carefree individualism 
and eyes bright with indecision
these girls are deadpan stars 
and smirks that make their faces harsh
they are bored these girls
gold tinted hair pulled back
brushing blue fleece pullovers in winter
fighting the hawk while fighting themselves...