break your girls and boys like horses wild before the world decided to ride them like you were broken long ago deciding not to mend the job too hard the riding too easy the bucking too fun not to watch tip your hat back smile as the sun rises and sets upon a kingdom you (believe) you rule. 'rule or be ruled' you think as the fear rises and you swallow the first of a thousand (a million) uprisings within you.
dedicated to: all the (unbroken) boys and girls within the many men and women I’ve been proud to know. and love. you are like the trees, from birth made strong to sway & dance with the strong wind. letting it carry and move you, in any way it pleases, while you grow high. _ever higher_. the tips of your leaves burnished gold and twinkling. lit by the sun on days it shines.
