I had a Dream

My friend told me a story, the same story that everyone else has told me. "I am going to get a college degree so I can go and accomplish someone else's dream!" is that true, if that is what this degree is for, I am in the wrong place; I say this because I have a dream of my own to fulfill. A real dream, a child's dream, one that  guides me.

I had a dream that one day, we might meet and no longer be strangers because in the end, we will all greet our creator the same.

I had a dream that equality is not viewed as some ideology or romanticism, but the minimum standard.

I had a dream that one day my nieces can look up in the mirror, stand proud, unshaken by the phrase "I am beautiful and nothing’s wrong with me."

I had a dream that man will choose the right way, not the fast way, the cheap way or the way least from harm.

I had a dream that men of true character will not bow, under the tumult of today, understanding that all men bend but, we must never break.

I had a dream that we the people, will no longer be cheapened, that we the people will no longer be belittled that we the people will stand up, and say " Not One Man, NOR ALL men can put a price on the soul."

   But I woke up, and realized that this degree, puts meaning to our lives so on it,my faith for humanities dies 

because a piece of paper judges who we are, not the content of our lives. 

Adolescent Suicide

       



                    We are fronted but broken words, to explain our fragile lives.The words are broken but lies,  glue, only to force the soul to walk on glass in sole less shoes.

        Love crumbles as if brittle clay and the as the souls, worn by time break. Eyes longing to be kissed fall then fade  asleep, ignorance coded in  bliss... Piercing the vain, with its syringe

      We all try to run, but the needles have bitten the flesh and their insides in time. Taint the rest. The bliss, saturated in ignorance leaves nothing left.

              Left of me, the laughs and screams all stop, the happy ends, the soul drops. We all force grins to hide pain, as if smiles could be cropped.

          It is always assumed, hearts are to be placed back together with ease, so we forge unbreakable locks, forgetting to make keys.

          Then have all denied you, but when the end comes, may we die with our eyes open like we never defied you, praying these locked hearts are looked over.

         Our hearts are nothing more then rotting in a piles flesh, being chewed up in spit on devoured by flies for food, placing anxious, eggs inside you.

          But never mind flies, it’s the maggots that drive through, inside, never to be seen, by the world you lie too, but hidden in a dark place like the pillow you cry to.