What do I tell these boys?
Call them a prince,
and they are likely to be assassinated
for the thrones, they’ve yet to sit on.
Call them commoner
and we deny them growth and glory
we handcuff their dreams to mediocrity.
Call them pauper,
and they will live and die in gutters
ingesting poison, thinking this is all they deserve.
What do I tell these boys?
Find your voice and speak the truth.
Speak what you see, how you feel,
never swallow your own tongue.
Risk being called ungrateful
risk letting them know that your superpower is simply being educated.
risk letting every achievement become a new target for them be to aim at for.
Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 7:57 PM UTC
What do I tell these boys?
Call them a prince,
and they are likely to be assassinated
for the thrones, they’ve yet to sit on.
Call them commoner
and we deny them growth and glory
we handcuff their dreams to mediocrity.
Call them pauper,
and they will live and die in gutters
ingesting poison, thinking this is all they deserve.
What do I tell these boys?
Find your voice and speak the truth.
Speak what you see, how you feel,
never swallow your own tongue.
Risk being called ungrateful
risk letting them know that your superpower is simply being educated.
risk letting every achievement become a new target for them be to aim at for.
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