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Dear Freshman

Dear Freshman, you don’t need to fit in right away.
Don’t sacrifice your innocence for foolish boys who won’t give you the time of day.
It’s your first year, take every chance you’re given, but always put yourself first.
You’ll end up giving everyone your energy, and then you’ll die of thirst.
Experience new things within the school,
not at a party with a 17 year old tool.
You’ll lose your friends, but that’s okay.
You’ll meet new ones who will save the day.
There will be boys that call you pretty, but will only want you for sex,
Asking for nudes and saying please is not a sign of respect.
Learn from these mistakes and live out your high school life in a good way.
Because bad choices will follow you, even on Graduation Day.

At fourteen years old, I found myself a new group of friends,
I didn’t know it then, but my innocence would come to an end.
My freshman year, desperate to fit in.
I wish I knew that in order to be liked, I didn’t have to sin.
One bottle of mikes, and a few hits off my friends vape,
the video had been caught on tape.
The news surfaced around the school,
“Oh my god she must think she’s so cool.”

Boys used me for my body, but not in the way you’d think.
One boy said I had nice lips, so I put them to the test,
He then grew angry when I said I wouldn’t have sex.
I was being taped as I gave him pleasure,
He told me that a taste from him was like hidden treasure.
I was paralyzed with fear, afraid to even blink,
Whispers surfaced, “Aye man, send me the link”
I was THE freshman. I got texts left and right.
A boy once looked me and the eye and said
“God damn, I bet you’re so tight.”
I took it as a compliment, I mean that’s how it’s supposed to be.
The burns I recieved later that year felt as if they were at a 3rd degree.
I had three years left in this town,
The people would leave,
But the memories would always be whisping around

Dear Freshman, hear these mistakes and take them to heart.
I don’t want you to end up like me, lost in infatuation, soul ripped apart.
Learn from these mistakes, and live out your high school life in a good way.
Because bad choices will follow you, even on Graduation Day.
Written by samehdi (Samira)
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Author's Note
This poem captures my warning to incoming freshman, telling them not to make the impulsive decisions that I did.
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