A foreign kid who’s never heard,
because he only knows every other word.
A self-made man who has it all
but, having lost the girl, he feels so small.
A single mom, she’s called a whore,
but she struggles and strives
to give her baby more.
Each person, a character
in the story of life.
From the vendor in the street to the bum at your feet,
from the man dressed in drag to the officer with the badge:
characters are everywhere, and they can’t be replaced.
even those with whom we’re never face-to-face.
So never give up, never give in, though it’s a struggle.
When you get knocked down rise again.
Accumulate another scar; never forget who you are.
Remember that without them your story wouldn’t go very far.
Without each of you, my story wouldn’t have gotten this far.
To watch a video of Noah reading this poem, go to multimedia.