You know I ain’t never met a giant Who can make things Giants usually break things Unmake things But not you You make things You build worlds And road maps And treasure maps You build treasures And hide gold coins in the palms Of small hands How you be so swift anyway? How everybody see you coming But nobody see it coming? You know I never met a giant Who say more than a grunt But you speak masterpiece and symphony In subtle tone You know Subtlety ain’t really no giant trait Neither is grace But one time I even saw you hold a child Between two fingers I hear you hide them behind your ears To keep you up at night You know Children ain’t the same as fairies But you say their magic is And that’s what keeps your eyes open But don’t you know giants Supposed to sleep? Don’t you know giants Are only supposed to Grunt and break things Unmake things When they are awake? Don’t you know you don’t giant very well? No you don’t You don’t giant well at all You know It’s a wonder you were born this way It’s a wonder you were born this way The only sense I can make of it Is I guess all that heart Gotta go somewhere Don’t it? Profile of 2015 Coretta Scott King Illustrator Award winner Christopher Myers.