by: Nikki Giovanni
in my younger years
before i learned
black people aren’t
suppose to dream
i wanted to be
a raelet
and say “dr o wn d in my youn tears”
or “tal kin bout tal kin bout”
or marjorie hendricks and grind
all up against the mic
and scream
“baaaaaby nightandday
baaaaaby nightandday”
then as i grew and matured
i became more sensible
and decided i would
settle down
and just become
a sweet inspiration
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Been thinking a lot about dreams today. How they can bolster hopes. Make your life better. Give you a reason to get out of bed in the morning. They can also be destructive. Make you miserable. Focus on what you lack instead of what you have.
I would say that I'm a dreamer. Always have been. However, I'm realistic, as well. I know that dreams aren't things that a Fairy Godmother gives you in a pumpkin patch. Dreams come true through hard work. Dedication. And gratitude. Lots of gratitude.
Saint Marty is grateful tonight for the life he's living right now and the people who make his dreams come true every day.
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