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This poem is dedicated to Taj Gibson
On behalf of the entire Chicago Bulls organization.
Grind on.
On behalf of the entire Chicago Bulls organization.
Grind on.
I hear that women
Who are unable to have children
Often feel like
Less than women.
As though there exists
One fundamental purpose.
One thing
Connecting her to her sisters--
A birthright
Snatched and vanished.
I cannot begin to understand
How this must feel.
But,
When I see a man with no legs
Begging for change
From my car window,
I become acutely aware
Of my ability to work.
And in these moments
I am my most masculine
And patriotic.
Who are unable to have children
Often feel like
Less than women.
As though there exists
One fundamental purpose.
One thing
Connecting her to her sisters--
A birthright
Snatched and vanished.
I cannot begin to understand
How this must feel.
But,
When I see a man with no legs
Begging for change
From my car window,
I become acutely aware
Of my ability to work.
And in these moments
I am my most masculine
And patriotic.
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A poem about
Taj is a poem about
American grind.
Once upon a time,
Men built cities out of steel.
Men like you and me.
I see Taj Gibson
In the guts of the Hancock--
Forging Chicago.
Taj is a poem about
American grind.
Once upon a time,
Men built cities out of steel.
Men like you and me.
I see Taj Gibson
In the guts of the Hancock--
Forging Chicago.