By Anonymous
A Tribute to Langston Hughes and Jason Reynolds.
I, too,
Have wings.
I am young.
And foolish.
And ignorant.
But I still have
That urge
That spark
That fire
To fly.
I have that whisper inside
That encourages me
Advises me
Insists that
I take the leap
Out of the nest
Into the sky
No matter what.
They say I don’t have wings.
They say I don’t deserve wings.
They say I shouldn’t have or deserve wings.
So I can’t fly.
I don’t believe them.
They say I’m too young.
Too weak.
Too foolish.
Too headstrong.
Too ignorant and innocent,
Too oblivious to the ways of the world,
To fly.
I still don’t believe them.
They say I don’t know.
I don’t know where I’m going.
I don’t know what’s out there.
I don’t know if I even have wings.
I can’t fly
That’s true.
But I’ll still take that leap.
Because that urge is inside me.
Within me.
That spark.
That fire.
That voice.
That voice called courage.
The road is dark.
The road is hard.
But I will spread my wings,
And continue,
Because I believe,
That I have wings.
I believe,
That I can be more.
I believe,
That I can take that leap into the unknown,
Knowing that I can make it
If I listen to this voice called courage.
I know,
That I, too,
Can Fly.
