Do not be saddened
Even when it tastes bad
Do not spit it out
Persuade yourself to taste sugar where there’s bile
When your legs feel stiff and you cannot move
Stand on them and forge on
Your feet will feel heavy
Your heart, weary
Through it all, do not lose hope.
The pain will pass and you will feel your feet again.
As you brave the storm, your fear notwithstanding,
You will be ridiculed, my child.
There will be stones thrown
Traps of fury laid
Watch, lest you drown
Be firm and build.
Your life is your own
Turn it well so it does not burn
The fire may be too much
But it is you who turns the roast.
Let not the laughter of ignorance
Kiss and suck you sore
When they stab you,
Remember those before you had knife-breaking skin.
It is theirs you bear
No matter what happens,
Remember of what you are made
When there is no one to hug or cheer you on,
Hug yourself and shout
The sound that comes out, is the only cheer you need.
Let pain and suffering drive you not to vengeance
Be humble when success accosts you
For in all of us is a mesh of arrogance and pride.
Humility is a virtue the poor can do nothing but assume
It is forced on one in poverty.
As you go on, do not forget to know your place.
Remember, my love, that fear has no hold on you
Neither has hostility power over you.
On this, your greatness will beam.