Unt[i]tled.

you know what he told me?

                                    he told me that [i] was  [ un[i]mportant ].

a boy, who gets flustered at the ment[i]on of the word

“fl[i]rt[i]ng”

was tell[i]ng a full blossomed flower that [I] had made no contr[i]but[i]on

to                                                                     the                                                                   world.

“you don’t have an [i]mportant job.”

                                                            what’s an ‘[i]mportant’ job?

“you know. the PRES[I]DENT.”

There have been 44

in 225 years. How

many people were left                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     [ unimportant ].

[i] was upset,

                        angered,

                                        sad.

but [i] don’t feel sad for me.

                                             i could care            that he th[i]nks being a jan[i]tor is            

                       less                                                               lame.

[i] feel sad, for h[i]m.

[i] worry that he m[i]ght bel[i]eve that for h[i]mself.

 my m[i]nd screamed: th[i]s k[i]d probably bel[I]eves [i]t.

No.

 Everybody is Important, I told Him.

What is

 society

doing to these

Kids

filling their heads with

rubbish?

I,

never

 [I],

need to help the budding plants see

Who They Really Are.

Before they blossom into something

crippled by society.

Find them.

You Don’t Need

academic

or

political

Achievement to Contribute to the World!

Find these

Amazing Kids

who are so

lost.

Through Art.

Music or Dance.

Woodshop or Welding.

Find their outlet.

Let them see their shine.