Growing up with
sep arate
restrooms,
sep arate
water fountains,
sep arate
sections of the bus,
sep arate
seats at the movie theater,
sep arate
hotels,
sep arate
restaurants,
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neighborhoods,
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and forever unequal.
But there was a
dream of together, a
dream of this
didn’t have to be,
a dream beginning
and still a dream,
still a hope.
With thanks to the children of Red Clay Diaries, and the children of Haiti, for reminding us.
Thank you for this. I like especially "a / dream of this / didn't have to be, / a dream. . . ."
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ReplyDeleteGlynn,
ReplyDeleteThis was beautiful. It takes my kids' thoughts to a deeper level. Amen.
Awesome.
ReplyDeleteHe would no doubt like it...
ReplyDeleteCatching the dream.
yep.
ReplyDeletewe are all in the same boat.
Glynn- nice poem for MLK b-day
ReplyDeleteI always appreciate your writing and your encouragement
nice to have a friend out there in the crazy word of writing
have a blessed wk
I'm off to write in messy moondust
Oh Glynn! This was beautiful. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteVery powerful poem. I love it!
ReplyDelete-alisa hope
Powerful is right. Wow.
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