Our children must have bright eyes.
Eyes that will not stay parched when tears must run.
Eyes that will make those uncomfortable who should be
Eyes that will not waver, that will not flood in defeat.
They will see all they need to then.
Give them a sharp mind,
Not so sharp that they cut themselves.
Sharp enough to cut through the densest brush
and grasp the highest fruit.
Sharp enough to cut through biases and protect the truth.
They will learn all they need to then.
Don’t give them strong hearts—
hearts of steel that are unbent under pressure until they aren’t;
until they fold so bad there’s no way to get them back like they were.
hearts of glass that shine, brittle and beautiful until they aren’t;
until they break so hard there’s no way to get them back like they were.
Give them heart.
So that they will pound and fold and crumble and break;
but will heal all over, scarred and stronger than they were.
Hearts that will push them on and the ones around to go beyond.
They will know what to do then.
Teach them to stand back up if they fall down.
Teach them to ask for help if they can’t get off the ground.
Teach them to pick someone up when they cry for help.
Teach them to listen to the cries not heard but felt.
They will know who to help then.
Do this because humans never could.
Do this because humans never would.