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
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