Thank you, Mr redford
For turning san francisco yellow brick roads into something green enough for an island flower to flourish in
for recognizing the power in voices found from ESL classrooms to Stanford Lecture halls
for giving my words a chance at spurting from concrete
by giving guidance to motorcycle diaries and mine
making revolution seem like it can be born from any rebel as long as they have the right stage
and teaching me to leave bigger footprint of words then carbon
because legacies arent always found in books
sometimes they are held in roots
so thank you for teaching me to cultivate my own
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