Horner Jr. High
But when the time comes
I step outside those time-worn prints.
I forge my own desired trail.
My name is my weapon
I wield and brandish it before me
May they tremble in the name of my fore-mothers.
My name is my right-hand woman, my ambassador
Traveling the globe in my signature.
It is my ancestry—
Caught into the fibers of history.
It is my standard, my coat-of-arms, planted into Future’s path
To mark where I stood.
It is the legacy that I leave behind,
When all else has crumbled
Like the Colosseum.
But my name is my weapon
For bronze does not rust.
Let my name shine.