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My Dream


Settling is something I've never been okay with.

But what ca i do it's the only thing I look forward to?

I can't live my dream, like the philospher Martin Luther King.

However, this dream ould be outrgeous like his murder.

Some people say my dream can't be reached,

Do I believe thm or develop on my own?

 

Writing has always been my passion; which includes novels and poetry.

But what if I'm just some fool and the power of my dream assainats me?

The thought of leaving my dream behind leaves me awake at nights.

Especially settling for anything less haunts me.

 

But I'm alive and I'm free, just like the years we've been free from slavery.

So here I stand with this pen in my hand and the stories running wild in my head.

And just like Martin Luther King I have a dream.

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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda
<p><span style="color: rgb(37, 37, 37); font-family: ITCFranklinGothicStd-Book, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Powerfully expressed! Truly powerful! Keep sharing keep sharing! The world needs your expression! Keep sharing your life your mind your heart!&nbsp;</span></p>

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