Our Poem

We are who we are
You can't change us
You can't make us or break us
This is who we are
We are the bitches at Fowler
We are the people who hardly ever speak
We are the people who slit our wrists
The scars on our wrists
We show them with pride
As a reminder of what they did to us
As a reminder to the students of Richard S. Fowler
All 358 of them
They all had a part of it.
I guess you could say we sorta show them off
Why?
Because they're a part of us now.
No matter what we do they're always gonna be there.
They'll never go away
We can't hide them
We can't cover them
And that's okay with us
Because nothing can change us.
Don't like us still?
Fuck off!