Unt[i]tled.
you know what he told me?
he told me that [i] was [ un[i]mportant ].
a boy, who gets flustered at the ment[i]on of the word
“fl[i]rt[i]ng”
was tell[i]ng a full blossomed flower that [I] had made no contr[i]but[i]on
to the world.
“you don’t have an [i]mportant job.”
what’s an ‘[i]mportant’ job?
“you know. the PRES[I]DENT.”
There have been 44
in 225 years. How
many people were left [ unimportant ].
[i] was upset,
angered,
sad.
but [i] don’t feel sad for me.
i could care that he th[i]nks being a jan[i]tor is
less lame.
[i] feel sad, for h[i]m.
[i] worry that he m[i]ght bel[i]eve that for h[i]mself.
my m[i]nd screamed: th[i]s k[i]d probably bel[I]eves [i]t.
No.
Everybody is Important, I told Him.
What is
society
doing to these
Kids
filling their heads with
rubbish?
I,
never
[I],
need to help the budding plants see
Who They Really Are.
Before they blossom into something
crippled by society.
Find them.
You Don’t Need
academic
or
political
Achievement to Contribute to the World!
Find these
Amazing Kids
who are so
lost.
Through Art.
Music or Dance.
Woodshop or Welding.
Find their outlet.
Let them see their shine.