Made to Lead


My poetic mind can save a life,
from what I was told,
just read closely to each of my lines,
and one word at a time.

Sympathetic to the weak,
for all their lives they've been called freaks,
though really,
they have something that we all seek,
something that we all need,
something that I was unknowingly born with,
the ability to lead.

Forget what they say,
because any one of these days,
you will be praised,
by many others,
just got to get through this phase,
show absolutely no fear or emotions,
no public displays.

Everyone please take my hand,
for we are the children of this generation,
this isn't a demand,
but know that we were made to lead.

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