Hail to the Chief
Crowds Cheer,
Confetti Falls,
Above the commotion
I hear a voice so small
This is only the beginning
Now start standing tall.
How did I earn this title?
President of the District,
Is this as far as I will go?
Will this just be it?
No, it will not!
Continue I ought,
Chase the dream I once sought,
Not throwing away my shot!
This poem is about:
Me
My community
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