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We always knew.
This education:
Stories of doctorates, laws and a backpedal
To instruction,
Was only the limits we were told
To be bounded to.
There had to be a way to let wind
Slide under our capes. Although
We, at times, refused to believe it.

But If a brother could actually use these real life wings
That he won’t shut his trap about,
Then, my brother, I’ll be the first to slide
Up and down rainbows.

Sometimes
Even we, tell ourselves to not believe in our dreams.
Although, this stubbornness in us always sang else:
There’s more beyond being trapped in this trap
With a tight cap.

@Sircharlesthepoet