This is the era of just redemption. We feared it at its inception. We did not feel prepared to be the heirs of such a terrifying hour, but within it, we found the power to author a new chapter, to offer hope and laughter to ourselves so while once we asked, how could we possibly prevail over catastrophe? Now we assert, how could catastrophe possibly prevail over us?
Always remember that
What happened to us
Happened through us.
Please.
Do not ask us who we are.
The hardest part of grief
Is giving it a name.
What’s really funny about being National Youth Poet Laureate is that not everyone even knows it exists.
The oration of poetry, I consider to be its own art form and tradition.
The great responsibility I feel is to get people to put that power and that hope in themselves.
Poetry has never been the language of barriers, it’s always been the language of bridges.
I was writing since I can remember – I just didn’t know it was poetry yet, or that writing could be a career.
Our scars are the brightest parts of us.
We might not be fully sure of all that we are. & yet we have endured all that we were.
To love one another just may be the fight of our lives.
Poetry and language are often at the heartbeat of movements for change.
In this truth, in this faith, we trust.
For while we have our eyes on the future,
History has its eyes on us.
Change is made of choices, & choices are made of character.
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