Dreams

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How often I’ll wonder who wins,
As I dig down, deeper still
And my hands bleed into the earth.
Then I’ll glance up at the sky
And my full brown eyes’ll cut through the white
That keeps my mother so far from me.
Are there dreams in Heaven?
And if so, are they made of gold?
But Gold is heavy; wouldn’t it fall on our heads?
“Dreams cannot be so obvious”
She would tell me;
“We must all wait our turn for God
To grant us hereafter.”

“Dreams are for losers.”
My father used to say and
I felt obligated to think it true;
After all, my skin is dark
And there ain’t no good fortune
That’ll give my way.
“A writer?” he’d exclaim
“What silly man suggested that
Writing could be for us?”
And in respect, I’d bow my head,
Leaving my father and all of
His mockery to further eat him away.

If there is someone to tell,
I’ll answer well, now:
I am not half of a whole.
I am a young girl with two limbs
And a beating heart, no less.
Tell me what I cannot do
And I will impress upon you,
To eagerly attempt
Whichever acts you so desire of me.

Wishes are rarely granted, I know this!
But dreams, these things are wrapped about me
Granting warmth unwittingly to my little body.
What more can I ask for
Than to hope with each new day
That He will answer to my infinite call?
I am not the only girl who cries
In the light of day we’ve been given so freely.
With all our heads turned up to the sky
Our voices’ll be sweeter than a songbird
Soaring in and out of Heaven
Touching angels with its wings.

I’ll try every day, just for the dreams
I’ve sewn into my only quilt.
I’ll write with all o’ the passion in me
Releasing a feverous, pent-up rage
Louder than the birds and voices that ring
Then He’ll prove to me a light unseen;
A light that’ll daze my innocent eyes!
He’ll give me strength that’ll move my pen
Across the sheet of paper
And across the heart of every man
That says I cannot write.