We're Terrible.

*this is the poem that was NOT selected for my Senior Inaugaration. i'll italicize the parts that caused me to miss out on such an opportunity. now looking back; ishould have left them out...or changed their connotations. [which wouldn't have made a difference, the latter one, because in these times, being Real is frowned upon....] but here it is; the Poem.

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Yes;

We got in a few fights,

Cursed quite a few times,

Ignored homework some nights,

Threw up some gang signs.

And sure;

We lost a few friends,

Stole this and that,

Some classes we didn't attend,

And we Still put on our hats.

And we even;

Drank a fifth,

Passed the blunt,

Spread some myths,

Did a foolish stunt.

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But as we went from giant white tees,

to Polo being 'the look',

From myspace being the place to be,

to spending hours on Facebook,

From lunches being under 2,

to 3 dollars a pop.

Everyone wants a tatoo,

Wet Seal the place to shop,

We've proved that our reputation,

does not define who we are.

We have the good will, we have the star -

of intelligence.

of benevolence.

of maturity.

of purity...

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Just as those 'good' schools do.

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So although we're quite

hell-raising,

and sometimes unbearable,

we Know we're Amazing,

so let them call us terrible.

-em;