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,
sep arate
neighborhoods,
sep arate
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.
10 comments:
Thank you for this. I like especially "a / dream of this / didn't have to be, / a dream. . . ."
Glynn,
This was beautiful. It takes my kids' thoughts to a deeper level. Amen.
Awesome.
He would no doubt like it...
Catching the dream.
yep.
we are all in the same boat.
Glynn- nice poem for MLK b-day
I 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.
Very powerful poem. I love it!
-alisa hope
Powerful is right. Wow.
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