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You are already remarkable.
There are rooms full of poets
who already love you,
we already love you.
I hope that you read To Kill A Mockingbird
and savor every syllable of the name you’re given
and think of it as poetry
but don’t ever feel it is something you cannot live up to.
I hope you will feel invincible and infinite
I hope you never wish your body away; invisible.
Wish to be heard, demand to be heard
I hope that you will be an artist in a media world,
that your feet brush the ocean at night
that you compose a symphony.
I hope that you are the type of boy unashamed to cry.
I hope that you collect notebooks and stacks of CD’s and you still send letters.
I hope that you love used book stores and record stores…
I hope that they still have those.
I hope that you love raindrops and dew drops and snowflakes and sunlight,
I hope that you love the way the air smells right before it rains.
I hope that you see sunlight filtering through stained glass
and notice that deep shade of violet that cloaks the world at twilight.
I hope that you are not afraid to love because it is such a difficult thing to do.
I hope that you think scars make things that much more beautiful.
I hope that you have more than one place you can call home.
I hope that you hear 93 and Evergreen
and that your idols are the Suffragists and the Abolitionists.
I hope that you like to play pretend that you are Sherlock Holmes.
I hope you carve your initials into a tree,
write your name in the sand, on a park bench,
scrawl it into fresh sidewalks
until it can be found in history books.
I hope they still have tangible things because that helps to make it feel more real.
I hope you don’t scroll through pictures and memories
wishing that they still had books and letters and records
like I wish they still had quill pens and secret societies,
like I wish that you could walk through the forest without obligation to feel terrified
and you didn’t have to wonder if a river was manmade.
I hope that you don’t have to wish they still had poetry readings
or wonder why the air is thin without flowers and trees.
I hope that you are everything the world cannot be
I hope that you remember that we love you,
we already love you.