Hang on, stitching together your page...
Stop your self-important dithering!
I, as much as you, have school at stake.
But do I let fear decide my fate,
spend my life down low like slinking snake,
groveling and slithering?
Keep in mind that I’m the only girl
who is educated at that place.
Meuric to me, too, extends good grace.
Generosity could be erased,
welcome mat pulled in and furled.
Those old men can hardly stand the shame,
cringing at the thought of our attendance.
You: they blush at scholarship expense.
Me: my sex alone gives them offense.
Coup to flush us out the same.