Timidness awards you two
Black eyes
Ever wonder why I’m the
“angry Black guy”

Confidence awards you,
you
Your flesh might burn
Your blood might churn
But…you’ll be what everyone
else wants, which is,
to be themselves

Slouches can’t survive monsoons
You have to be hotter than fire
or stronger than water, where
i come from

Die a coward or get crowned
Your crown might have thorns
but boy,
The joy of being a King.

 

By Kondwani Fidel

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