Disappointment, surrounds us,
when we find,
the truth,
that we are not all that we thought we were,
or used to be.
There is, then, a sort of hesitation,
not knowing what we have within us,
and so forfeit our will for another day,
or subscribe to the suspicion that we have nothing to give at all.
Look here, I have two hands,
ten toes, and
one mind, for imagination.
In fact, I can stand,
and laugh,
and cry,
and grow.
If, one day,
I have a child,
a son, who looks like me,
Oh, what things I would have him find,
and discover,
and rejoice.
I would teach him, like I was taught before,
to give, with gentle and patient hands,
to smile, and to befriend others,
to stay clean, and hopeful, and bright,
and to become something that would make me proud.
Perhaps I need not ask, who, it is,
we are to be,
if only now, I could have the
courage,
to be Him.
