Dreamer (2014) Poem by M.W. Styner

She is like the wind breathing life into my dead body.

She is like the sun that shines on my forever.

She is like the rain that wash away the emotions of my brokeness.

She is like a shooting star; in which I only have one wish.

With one wish I wish for her to be like the Civil Rights Movement to

look pass the texture of my skin but stare into my eyes and see us breathing as one

while listening to my heart hearing our future.

She is like snow that covers me with her intimate imagination.

She is like my conscious that carries the history of our Legacy. By: Milton Styner Jr