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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