*I wrote this poem about my school and it shows how much pride I have in attending it....and how sad I am to be graduating.

*All song references are property of their respective owners, not me.

Call Me, JFK

 

So I’m not big,

A little small,

But the best of them all.

I reside in a small town,

Known to y’all.

 

This is too rhymy,

I’m just, I’m just trying to tell a story.

 

I have big arms, open wide, almost daily.

I host conferences, dances, and spoil everyone like babies.

 

There I go again, I’m not even trying.

I’m just screaming on the inside… getting close to dying.

 

People think I’m for the super smart or super stupid,

That I’m for crazy, lazy or old-fashioned cupid.

 

I mean, he says he makes people fall in love

But that’s a grown-up’s job.

he wears diapers.

He never grew up.

 

I’m sick of this and I want you to know:

Among all descriptions…none is right, at all.

 

My rant hasn’t even begun!

I do and don’t want you to see

‘cause it’s going to sound stuck-up,

but this is the real me.

 

The day goes by…

 

Doors flying,

Bells Ringing,

My Kids Laughing and Screaming?!

Coming from all over,

Hearts Bleeding!

I only accept the honest, the truthful, the willing,

The creative, the confident, the daring!

 

I spin middle-performing kids to candidates for president.

I send them off to college before they get their license.

 

I’m beautiful inside and out and no one dreads me.

They intentionally spend the entire day with me.

 

But that’s enough. You’re confused. I get it.

What’s my name?

Not Maisune, then what is it?

 

It’s not me speaking,

I’m giving a voice,

To the place you decided to attend by choice.

 

Would you like its name?

Okay, Hold on, Let me remember it.

It’s not ABC, DEF, QUS, ROP?

It’s Three letters for sure,

I think I’m close.

Uhm, uhm,

Norco, Corona, Santiago?

Wait, that’s the district I live in.

Will you please Help?

 

Wait—I got it, calm down, it’s okay.

The voice, it’s speak to me. It’s saying:

Call me, JFK.

 

I’m different, Have I expressed that enough?

What makes me different?

Well, I’m not trying to bluff but…

 

It’s you kids,

you make me proud.

 

With your API score

And constant winning of awards.

You never fail, you never bore.

 

Other schools need dress codes

But you’ve taken it upon yourself

To be modest and respectful.

You know inner beauty is the best.

 

I give you free periods

And off-campus passes for lunch.

Freedom to take any college classes you want

And start any club you’d like.

 

You can be leaders in your school

I mean—you already are.

You’ve been given privleges

Those other schools deprive.

 

What’s amazing about this

is you’re not abusive.

You don’t ditch classes—typically.

You’re real star students.

 

You’re mini-adults

Even if you haven’t reached “eighteen.”

You walk in stride.

When it comes to learning, you’re so keen.

 

“Our blood is the same color,”

You chant in the hallways!

Who cares about status, religion, or culture?

We’re all timberwolves.

 

It sounds so perfect.

I see some of you doubting yourselves.

But believe in yourselves and give it up for yourselves

because this is the truth.

 

And if you suddenly feel like you don’t fit in,

Or you’re new here and you don’t know how it’s been?

 

Just look inside, look within.

There’s good in everyone

And that’s how it is.

 

We’re all so different

Yet we’re all the same

Because we’re all unique

But we’re not insane.

 

So now that we’re on the same page.

It’s time to announce:

“Hey world, recognize us for us!”

 

We got the best of both worlds

And we can’t stop coming in like wrecking balls.

 

We’ll never be royals

But you’re gonna hear us roar.

 

 

We’re all in this together, remember?

And we’re breaking free.

 

Turn Down For What?

We’ll just wake you up when it’s all over.

 

When this school year started,

We had no summertime sadness.

 

‘Cause we figured out what the fox says

And we know we’re going to be standing in the hall of fame.

 

And now, me, JFK, is going to finish off this game!

 

I thank you for raising my name

And making me the best.

 

I look forward to the end of the year,

But I’ll cry at Graduation.

 

Every class that comes in leaves a mark.

I am so beautiful and will continue to “be the spark.”

 

It’s time again to remind you what to call me…

No, I’m not just JFK.

I’m your home, your heart, your friend, your family.

 

I’m never changing who I am

I will always be here whether it’s bad, good, or just okay.

And don’t you forget it, call me, JFK.