A Dream Come True


The dream wasn’t to be accepted, but to be equal.
I still dream not to see race, but to see people.
We can’t imagine love with hearts full of hatred
Love your enemies, even those who are racist.
One can only be bias with a basis.
So judge others on personality rather than the color of their faces.
Not only can we coexist,
But also look out for one another
With a little less hatred in the midst,
White man, Hispanic man, all my brothers.
One step closer, I’ve dreamed it through..
I look around and see a dream come true.


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