The Dreamers Have a Dream

An education is something I hold close to my heart.

For in my country my mother had to pay

And it was not good enough.

But in America, it is surreal- a free education enriched my mind.

Soon I grew to appreciate the logic, the mystery, and the fascinating,

And a fond of biology, writing, and art grew.

 

Every morning the mirror reflected golden enthusiasm.

I believed in my heart I had the potential

To grow into a woman of value and success.

 

Without a warning, disillusion screamed inside my head,

Like shattered mirrors with every sharp piece

Cutting me, telling me I was in a dark tunnel… a valley of ashes.

 

I could not believe that all this time

I thought I was going to college for my urge to learn.

I did the best that I could, and it meant nothing.

 

High School came, and I tried to hold myself together.

How could I go to college when I did not have any money?

People with all sorts of smarts were going to college… not me.

My heart felt heavy as I learned money is not everything, but it was.

 

Various days I wondered: How am I going to do this?

An individual who demonstrates a passion to learn and

Help others should have the right to a higher education.

Why is society trying to deny the hard work

Of people who want to build the future?

Students like me find themselves in a limbo;

Where do we belong? If people were to be in our shoes,

The feeling of desperation fills the brain like toxic smoke.

 

Why can I not get something so simple, but

At the same time so complicated… intertwined with negative

Points of views. I want it; I want a college education.

It is a tool I treasure when I close my eyes.

 

But lately I have seen this as an everyday obstacle of life,

And life is not easy. Nothing is impossible … difficult but

Not impossible. Hope is the last thing I can lose,

And I am holding on to it like my life depends on it.

My hard work & positive mentality will continue to soar.

The Dream Act will come someday, just like women

Were given the right to vote, and segregation ended.

 

I Belive. I have a dream it will happen.

Hope is my friend… illuminating the way.

 

 

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Comments

Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerfully expressed! Truly powerful! Keep sharing keep sharing! The world needs your expression! Keep sharing your life your mind your heart! 

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