The Kings Dream: Rememberance of “I Have A Dream”

The Kings Dream

After his dream, a man awoke and shared the details.

His words created progression within the black communities, proud hands waving in the air listening to each letter in each word form into monumental sentences and history making paragraphs, building road blocks against oppression and a cement floor to protect the fighters of discrimination.

 And with borrowed words, I share this dream;

“This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of captivity. But one hundred years later, we must face the tragic fact that the Negro is still not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languishing in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. So we have come here today to dramatize an appalling condition.”

As I take that in I realize, Words we speak into existence have power to build or destroy. Speaking positivity into the minds of those living in negativity can tickle the soul like feathers to the cheek, while words of inequity can damage the insides, almost like a wrecking ball deliberately disfiguring your confidences, a giant scar on the human mind, and a giant scar to our communities. As we once again land ourselves in the brink of breaking down, I’d like to share with you the power of my words, because I too, share the King’s dream. My left eye sees his words scrolling, strength reincarnated, while reading:  “With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day”, while the other eye watches as our youth is dissipating under the feet of their own brothers and sisters, foot prints on our faces, bloods and crips creeping around with blood on their hands, gang signs. Watching our men drop like apples from a tree, numbers high in violence and low in test scores, we are losing to ourselves in a battle created within our own selves. So with the power of my words, I remain determined..To remind you all of the dream..The Kings dream, in hopes that there will come a day when his dream, our dream- will become a reality of strengthened brotherhood with positive words spoken into existence, building our men and destroying the wrecking ball deliberately disfiguring our confidences.

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