run regally now
like the black panthers of old
inside their realm so mystical
where kings reflect on things vital
and where leaders get their fix so spiritual.
But do not just follow the kings of old and new,
rather pave your own path
and rule your own queendom
as you rule over the course of your fate.
Little girl
fly freely now
like white clover heads
floating along hot summer air,
landing on sweaty little palms,
granting wishes youth whispers,
floating once more when prayers
blow them softly back
to the blue skies
where wish-granting gods reside;
to deliver the soft little prayers
they carried off of sweaty little palms.
But do not just carry their prayers:
rather take yours also with you
as you soar to the blue skies
where wish-granting gods reside.
Little girl
grow gaily now
like sunflowers shining brightly
as the sun they look up to
when they line up to welcome
the wondrous exit of
scholars clad in green and red.
But do not just spectate,
rather be a part of that culture
of victory amidst challenges,
of caring despite knowing,
of honor before excellence.
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