When you say he moved mountains,
he really moved the future.
When you say he was our strength when we were weak,
he was really a figure.
When you say what we did was backward, it was forward to us.
When you say he was a man of class,
he really was.
Held his head up high, not for himself, but for the future.
And you know who the future is?
Us.
- The Students, Pupils, and Mentees
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Not Fair
PoésieA sub-poetry book/ slam poetry book of tales of my life. A story and forever a sequel of time. A legend. Sometimes no poetry at all, just forward.
