You're in or your out.
Two letters. 
Defines who you are, 
in the ever dwindling club. 
Most awkward moment of my life, 
not going to lie. 
Awk to the Edgewood ward I live in. 
Someday maybe I'll tell the world, 
maybe be -- but
two letters later.......
and I'm out. 
What happens to four strikes? 
Erm...well maybe not. 
That's all. 
Yes, vague, I know, very vague. 

--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me.
By: Emma Marie.