I was made from young, naiive, sin

Will history repeat itself?

I cannot wait 'til they see my grin

when I put my accolades upon the shelf.

Weeks go by and hellos said everyday,

they are starting to notice.

From my family I will not stray

They are my rock and without them I am hopeless.

The elders, the teachers, they still judge

I give them a 4.0 and many volunteer hours

Upon my hardworking cheek there'll be no smudge

My mind is but one of my superpowers.

With my KICKASS personality, I'll rise

Through the ranks of respect, I'll climb

To my family, I am their prize

Not just an honor roll student because I can spit a rhyme.