| Tommorow's Dream I gaze into the eyes of the future. Today just seems so bleak. Yesterday I was too meek, to change the reality of my being. My vision was occupied with lack of precision. Spring colors floating in the air, I am nothing but a stare of the universe onto itself. What I see makes my eyes tear As the sky peels I watch the rain fall, Blood drops from Palestine, kids naked on channel nine, while AIDS stills African time. Initiated into a womanhood sublime, I realize from this madness I can not hide, My spirit�s sadness remains untold, As I switch on my creative soul to paint canvasses of the blues so maybe tomorrow� Tomorrow we will change the news. -Maliha Balala |