Imagine if we all decided to be great
If we decided our heritage was heroism
Our lineage was leadership
Our inheritance was ingenuity
Our purpose was power
Our call was courageousness
What if we chose to believe that shining our light was never optional
That our destinies were required reading for
ourselves
our haters
ourselves
our supporters
ourselves
and ourselves?
What if we agreed that our thoughts were bombs,
Molotov cocktails we launched at the walls of the death we encounter every day?
What if I took a good look at the self I’ve been forced to be,
Took her out to lunch,
Gave her some walking papers and told her she was no longer needed,
Asked her to make way for greatness?
What if I,
I,
I decided to be great?
Tell me, who could stop me if greatness became my fundamental truth?
Who would dare stop me?
This poem originally appeared on mywhisperroars.
