The Dreamer's Wish Poem by Stanley Dorsey
The Dreamer's Wish
How can I dream, hurting so?
Loathing love, from a legacy of hate.
I am one, black and brown castrated down into the ground.
My dreams are unwilling to participate.
Deep inside is compressed hate
We black and brown, living an ungodly fate.
I can cry, I can die
I can scream but cannot dream
So I wish. I wish to raise the dead and all the hungry fed.
Then my dreams would come to bed.
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