Anon.

I have an extraordinary professor for whom words were needed to be written.

Ice queen of my tribe
Like a dream
you float around the room
say oppression
say apartheid
care so cooped up
exploding from your pores
in concerned gasps of laughter.
There's little else you can do.
We don't know where you've been
what you've seen or
what you've done
outside of what you've shared.
It must be grand and large
and abominable
for there is no disputing the fact that
you are the grandest of them all.
You are free
like the white flounce shirt you wear
that has seen sandstorms.