Holding Words Close


Yesterday I read Jason Reynolds' Twitter post:


Oh, young people. If the frayed and tired elders
only knew how amazing you are.
If they could only hear your feet on the pavement,
your voices at the door of change.
If they could only remember themselves.
Thank you.


I read it again.

And again.

Then I copied it.

This small piece of writing took me by surprise - that such powerful, beautiful prose could be in a snippet on Twitter. 

Tweeted out, just like that. 

I want to hold these impactful words close, for just a while.  

A long while.

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