One night I had a dream that Dr. King sat next to me, and asked me why is this society his dreams destiny? And see at first I thought Dr. King was testing me, he was second guessing me like I tarnished his dreams potential but I'm not the one that messed up I'm not these teachers who teach that Dr. King was just one man with just one dream see I know that Dr. King was a man who had many dreams more than what they teach us in these textbooks and see I know that Dr. King was just one man but he stood united with an army of his people yet now it seems we only unite to participate in evil but it wasn't me though.

I have been left deserted free yet still carrying the burden soul hurting cause now we stand divided and Dr. King looking at me like why did I ever stop fighting? But if I stand on the battlefield then who standing with me? And if my body is dead then who will fight the en-e-me…… cause ain't nobody seeing that the enemy is me…… that the enemy is we. They only want to go off of what they see on the TV or hear in these streets it's always about the black on black crime or the white on black crime or now the police brutality but are we really seeing Wat the outcome is of our reality Dr. King fought for us to be free.

 Yet now we enslaving ourselves in these mind frames that we stand stronger divided but today Dr. King told me to get up here raise my fist to the sky and say I Angel have a dream that, One day my People will come together fight together unite together and die together under the same dream that resonated with Dr. King.

Yet now we have Obama I mean we finally have a black president but does it really mean we stop there I mean we still have ghettos stacked on top of ghettos and for the last 30 years our children are still learning at the same education levels we slack on our values of self-respect and still reject the act of abiding by the law yet we want to make the white cop take the fall.

            Once our black president was situated we thought that all of our crimes and wrongdoings would be dissipated but we can’t lie to ourselves. We thought that we could delve inside our minds and find a piece of a piece of a slither that could stand up for the black race to be a public figure, but what about a personal figure?

Someone to teach the babies to keep their hands off the trigger and to teach young girls not to be gold diggers. Do we leave that up to Obama when we could do it at home? Ordo we just keep letting them catch the contagious ghetto syndrome?

See out her where I’m from its mind over mentality and my life doesn’t stop with the first black president becoming a reality. Our struggle as a culture doesn’t even begin to comprehend that what we’ve done doesn’t even compare to what we’ve overcome.

And revolution doesn’t happen overnight but I’m not ashamed to say that we still live in a world oppressed only to see justice in death when we walk into the light. . . Maybe yes Obama helps with our international plights but it is our duty to insure our unnatural rights.

We finally have a black president but does it really mean we stop their?