I have a dream, too (after Martin Luther King Jr.)

I Have A Dream ..... One day I hope to walk across the street 

And the only profiling I have to deal with is which picture catches me in the right light

But sometimes dark is too dark means night means another person that you couldn’t see right?

One day I hope the only magazine a child’s knows

Is one that they rip the pages out of to make their vision board not a gun,

Sweet child, the world revolves around you but now-a-days revolvers do, too

One day, I hope I can open my grandmothers eyes

To the people that look different and feel different inside

I would preach it to her until her tears turned rainbow

Make her feel all the colors she thought were the same-though

One day, I hope that I don’t have to pull off your crown off to put on mine

We drag each other to the ground as if our voices are not buried deep enough

On top of that, others kick more dirt on us

I am an educated woman in a society built of misogynistic men

Whatever we get paid, they get times ten

One day, I hope the black child’s cries are heard

Oppression gave us resilience but it also silenced us by the millions and millions and millions

Black child is still crying and black community is still dying and everyone else is just complying

As they watching us suffer from the past turned present I want to see change

I want that one day to be tomorrow, I want that one day to be today

I want change...

I want to be heard like every tweet trump send out is a news headline

I want to be seen like a noose is a warning sign

I want to sound like that gun every time it claims another life

I want to be destructive without the destructiveness

I’ve been defaulted to mute for far too long

Or maybe you’re just drowning me out But remember, when rain falls it pours,

and we won’t be the only ones drowning this time

I have a dream, that one day the oppressed’s dreams will become reality

Where there will be smiles big enough to hold together our community

Where Love will mean love and not tolerance

Where there will be no worries for the rest of our days,

I have a dream, and one day

It will come true...

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world


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