Born skinny.
Born ugly.
And relentlessly courageous!
A child was shed and out rattled a man-child into a big world.
He was not prepared. But he was defiant.
He saw words in place of locations and people.
He was aimed for something greater than himself.
It was engraved in his tombstone before he even had a tomb.
It was destiny calling, and he had two fat open ears keen to hear
Her voice.
Born bold.
Born strong.
And prophetic.
Tearing down the streets like electromagnetic,
With a st- a st- strut so onomatopoetic.
Forget it.
He’s 17. So unapologetic.
Born bold, born strong. The kid is poetic!