To the Class of 2018

4 months, 120 days, 2800 hours.

Time slowly slips away.

Ugly halls now hold fond memories,

And the cap and gown become the enemy

You are young and optimistic,

A little wild and wary.

The eternal revolutionary

Without a cause to marry

They will tell you not to speak,

Discredit your abilities,

And call you immature:

A senseless idiot that time will cure

Be not a victim of time,

Defined by situations,

Instead be the predator

Of time that is but a metaphor.

When they tell you not to speak

When they say you are not worthy

When they tell you to grow up

Be brave, stand up, never letup.

Be outspoken and opinionated,

Yet, remember:

Words have power, use them,

Don't waste ‘em.

Love,

The Stubborn Rebel.