Instagram Wall: Open up either your own Instagram account or one of a friend/celebrity and write poetry based on the first picture you see.
On the screen,
Michelle and Barack stand shoulder to shoulder,
their silhouettes leaning into the same future🔮
Chicago light soft on their faces,
as if the city itself were proud
to see two of its own return with open hands.
Behind them rises the library
they imagined in the quiet hours,
drafted in hope,
built in the belief
that knowledge can outshout fear,
that stories—told truthfully𓍝
can steady a trembling world.
They are not posing;
they are witnessing.
Looking out at the sweep of glass and stone
that holds a thousand beginnings,
they seem to listen
to footsteps that haven’t arrived yet,
to voices still gathering courage
somewhere on a school bus,
or in a crowded apartment,
or on a basketball court
where big dreams first spark like struck flint.
Here, on the South Side,
where memories cling to brick buildings
and summer heat has a heartbeat of its own,
they have planted a beacon🗼
a promise that learning belongs
to every kid who has ever wondered
if the world has room for them.
Inside these walls
will grow the next generation of leaders,
question-askers,
quiet thinkers,
unapologetic dreamers✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧
those who will chart what comes next
long after the flash of this moment fades.
And for a while,
on my glowing little screen,
I feel the hush between them:
the shared breath of pride and purpose,
the tenderness of work done together,
the quiet certainty
that legacy is less about monuments
than the people who walk through their light🚶🏻♀️➡️🕯
young hands opening books,
young minds uncurling into possibility,
all of them stepping forward,
steady and unshaken,
into a future they will help build.
The Writings of Felina Silver 
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