For the boys in my poetry class. Who says poetry is dead. I hope you know that love is alive everywhere you look. I hope you know that you can leave your comfort zones (no promises that it will be safe for anyone ever) and that you can take your poetry to the streets. I hope you know something about the kind of GUTS it takes to do that. To spontaneously break out into poetry about who and what you love. I hope you see that it can be done. You don’t need a stage to do that. You don’t need a Hollywood producer to do that. You don’t need a publisher. You don’t need money. You don’t need print. You don’t need video. You already have all you you need. I hope you know that courage touches everyone. Look at the faces. People are stunned. At the audacity. I hope you know that this is where real poetry lives. Not in a foundation. But in you. I hope you know that.
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