The
Torn,
Worn,
Past down again and again
are the books my ancestors dreamed to be in
, but now as years have surpassed,
I have become those dreams,
taking it for granted as well as using it wisely.
No more do I wait.
No more do I have to desire, because I have,
I am,
the passionate dream that many black ancestors children have not experienced.
Because people our color and before our time
have taken a chance;
taken a stand.
I can be
the next
The.
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