I had a dream that one day little black girls were able to proudly wear their crowns. Crowns constructed of textured, kinky curls thick as wool and shiny as molasses.
I had a dream that one day little black boys were viewed as future doctors and engineers rather than criminals, thugs and gangsters.
I had a dream that one day little Mexican kids weren’t pried away from the arms of their mothers and thrown into a metal cages like simple animals.
I had a dream that one day little Asian children weren’t classified as test scores or expected to perform on college level in the third grade.
I had a dream that one day Natives weren’t forced to live on reservations or slaughtered like pigs.
But these remained just that, they remained dreams
How dare I dream of a world where a girl like me can walk down the street without a grown man feeling the urge to comment on my physique
Or a brown boy like him can walk into a store without being followed down each and every aisle
When I can’t even live in a world that isn’t rooted in prejudice and defined by social constructs
The truth is that no matter how much I dream I will continue to live in world where Keisha is pretty for a dark skin girl
Where Kim Li is blamed for a virus half way across the world all because of her almond eyes
Where Jose is threatened with deportation and a wall built with hatred and layered with racism
Where Dashawn is taught how to fear a white man in blue and rely on sports as his only means of getting into college
Where Mohammad is labeled as a terrorist and told his religion promotes violence and hatred
Where Fatma is married off to her second cousin against her will and forced to bear him babies at the tender age of 12
Now as to God I’m confessing all my sins, all my mistakes, all my wrongdoings
How dare I close my eyes
By blocking it out I am condoning its existence, I am allowing it to take root within my world, and harm those like me.
To harm those who are targeted over things they can not change, things that define them and their family.
I can no longer dream, for my silence is a betrayal to those with no voice and leads to my own self-deception