Who Taught You That? (It’s yours)

Baby blue ball bursting boy

A metaphor for everything unsure

A trail of unfinished poems and unsung ballads

Did anyone tell you that even that is beautiful?

That even you are?

Who taught you that?

That maybe sometimes you didn’t need to kick

So hard to float

That you were designed to survive

Who told you you had weight?

And that maybe you’re more than that

Who dried your eyes

Gave you words

A rose tongue

A voice

Who gave you power?

Who stood with you eye to eye

And told you it’s okay

That even if all you’ve known is madness

Peace could still be yours

It’s yours

It’s yours

It’s yours