| MY OWN DREAM : I had a dream. I had a dream that I made a journey Back to my early ancestors country Africa. I grew I learned I understood the purpose God bestowed upon me And I was ready, To be a part of the numbers That fought to reunite my people. All of them. They did not welcome me at first They did try to resist. Because they did not know me But they opened their eyes Not to me, but to my message And God�s message Then we were no longer separated Because God in turn gave us all similar dreams The Diaspora Between the Negroes and the Africans Was over Everything that was stolen from us Was returned to us. Our dignity Our respect Our quality Those who punished us with their ignorance Came to us with mercy With remorse. And they were filled with our love Even we ourselves Paid homage to those We have hurt To the damage We had given our country Our culture We finally made peace We greeted all our brothers and sisters Black, white, red, and yellow To feast on our happiness To wade in our waters. Until the mistakes of all peoples were dealt And put away Until it was all the past And no part of the future... But we still remembered Yes, We all remembered Because that�s what made us better And that�s what made our future better Soon history no longer had to repeat Because history was exactly what it was And all that was left was a reachable hope. I can dream a dream Even if it�s too surreal. (C) copywritten 2004 |