By Hettie Van Dyke, TIWP Student
do not be afraid, my child.
do not be afraid to run,
do not be afraid to love everyone
do not be afraid to be everything you want to be,
to drape yourself in velvet and pearls
and coat each person’s tongue with your dreams,
your imagination melting in their mouth like chocolate.
hear them whisper those phrases,
less bitter than their mouths are used to.
do not be timid, my child.
I have seen so many like you before.
you climb my hills,
play in my streams
lay in my fields and watch the stars.
but you, my child,
you are special.
you can do anything,
and deep down,
you know it.
do not be silent, my child.
demand justice and kindness and success and peace and power and love!
grab me in your hands and shape me.
pull the clay from the riverbeds and craft a tower,
and in the walls,
carve your visions.
visions of justice and kindness and success and peace and power and love.
do not be afraid, my child,
do not be timid.
for you are a force to be reckoned with
and when they have bloomed,
use the colors to paint a mural
a mural of the world you dream of.
you must gather a whirlwind of people,
ones who share your vision,
and together you will pull mountains from the dirt.
pile those mountains into a city,
and watch as your dreams unfold