The Little Girl in Me

I don't understand half the terminology here
Would it be bad to ask what that acronym stands for?
People looking all kinds of professional
Hairstyles and eyebrows on point
No room for my student shoe-string styling
In a room full of titles
and representing organisations I've only admired on the internet
Here they are
Human
Not just a smiling photo
What comes out of their mouth
is clever and relevant
My itchying hand stay firmly on my lap
Followed by regret
as I hear my question being asked by someone else
I've googled half the people in this room
Can't believe it is me now with them
What could I possibly contribute?
These are serious decisions about serious things
Things concerning the entire country
What a platform
What an opportunity
I immediately resolve to work hard
My country needs me
To google the acronyms
To bug Taramusi to explain those terms
Write everything down
even if I will receive the presentation by email
Write a list
I can feel my brain stretching
On the outside I am confident and sure
On the inside the little girl in me stares in awe
Thank you God for expanding my territory
I will work hard
Let me start by listening

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