Dream

We are husbands, wives, daughters, brothers.

We are workers, athletes, videogame enthusiasts, poets, painters.

We are eaters, talkers, lovers, sleepers,

dreamers.

 

We are dreamers. The ones who believe in a better

tomorrow. We dream to relieve our brains from the present.

We dream to make sense of the past. We dream of hope for our

future.

 

We dream of the past: The battle of Lexington and Concord,

the signing on September 17, 1787, the labor movement,

Harlem Renaissance. We dream of our

histories.

 

We dream of the present: The call for equality, Title IX, iPhones,

immigration, online dating websites, same-sex marriage,

climate change, gun violence, facebook. We dream of

today.

 

We dream of the future: The pill that will cure cancer,

communicating with life outside our planet, world peace,

happiness, safety, flying cars, crazy inventions. We dream of our

destinies.

 

Like a child dreams of Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, or even the Easter Bunny,

we dream of our greatest wants in life. As we get older,

we realize that these things are

nonexistent.

 

But we should not give up. We must believe in legends, myths, and fairytales.

Having faith can lead to magic, hope, and endless possibility.

We must end this constant act of

disbelief.

 

Everything is possible. We must make America believe again.

We will make America believe again.

Our dreams of a perfect nation can and will definitely come

true.

 

Believe in the impossible. Let our dreams turn into reality.

We must awaken from our sleep, rise from our beds,

and be the change that we see within our minds and

dreams.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world
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