Poetry Corner: A Dream Differed

Since birth we’re thrust into the fight of our lives that can get you arrested and ultimately the loss of your life but the price of the righteous.

Oppressed for centuries beyond extreme measures over insecurities and fears of our hidden treasures nothing could suffice the plight.

Everything stolen the land claimed from the natives, the builders and laborers stolen from Africa and other countries, most of their inventions, music, and fashion more thefts from our culture likeness.

Before this generation the dream was assassinated on a balcony nothing but darkness loomed no hope until Obama and now I shed the light freedom only thing left in sight!