We put them on pedestals too high for
our hands to reach, our eyes to see. We
clutch the glossy images of Labron, arms
outstretched, dunking dreams, his sweat falls
like rain washing away our doubt. But is
it enough to teach us to rise, beyond
the roar of crowds, the glitter of fame?
And then Snoop, smooth like silk, sliding
through beats, his voice a lullaby, soothing
the ache in our bones. But where’s the
lesson in smoke-filled rooms? Where is
the strength to stand when life is rough,
not rhyming, just raw? We need heroes
that pull us up from inside, heroes
who show us how to stitch our hearts
back together when they break, to keep
walking when the road is long. We need
more than courts and stages, more than
rhymes. We need hope that holds us.
Give us heroes who teach us to heal,
to love ourselves when the world won’t
love us back. Give us fellowship, give us
perseverance. Give us hands that lift,
words that build, and dreams that stay
alive long after the lights go out.