ELON MUSK HAS NO IDEA / Poem by Ekene May

 
Poem by Ekene May
 
 
ELON MUSK HAS NO IDEA
 
and you can be all of these things,
crying for joy this minute,
and wailing the very next,
strong as oxen that you are not,
and feeble as a baby,
needing help,
seeking attention,
a cuddle,
warm hands to wipe your tears,
and a pat on your shoulders,
 
and you can be all of these things,
swishing between perfect and imperfect,
falling flat on your face,
rising the very next day,
and daring goals,
 
and you can be all of these things,
sashaying through kind thoughts,
and less empowering ones,
knowing exactly what and how your life will pan out,
and being clueless minutes later,
 
and you can be all of these things,
and even that is okay,
because everyone is all of these things,
 
everyone is,
 
no one’s lived tomorrow yet,
not even Elon Musk,
not your spiritual father,
not you,
not me,
no one.
 
 

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