I have a dream, I have a dream said doctor King, but is his dream unseen,
to the black on black crime, to the little boys in the ghetto who have lostthere minds, to the young Lady out there having baby's without thefather's Because that's how her mother started, to the sagging pants thatdroop off of their behinds just like the hopes and dreams of so many leftbehind, to the blood that ran off the concert when little Hakim was killedand his mom I can still hear, to the 80's course that made everything worseand gave bath to the generation of the bangers, to the street corner wherelittle boy's are killed way before that every became men, to the rocks intheir pocket's let’s not forget the mother who refuse to stop it, settingoff their kids lives like bottle rockets. To the Confederate flags thatstill hangs in Mississippi ever tho they say it's a part of history, to theghetto dream that remains to be unseen, to the coach on your feet that yougot with your AFDC, to the subliminal messages that the system sends usthrough commercials in reality TV shows, to the ghetto credit card but youknow with EBT You can't charge, to the projects and every ghetto across theworld, to the little black boy's and girl's with father's, to the young mannamed Trayvon Martin, to the 20 year voter act that Obama still hasaddressee, to the educational system that is filling our children , to theblack men who havekids but no job, to the liquor store on every corner in the ghetto, to thechurches that don't reach out to the community no more, to the young womenout here with no clothes on, to the affirmative action that was taken back, to the 1000’s of black who are unemployed, to the black single Mother that are struggle, to the young black man who they just don’t understand, to the American dream, to Dr. King who was slade at his peak, but I see that the dream is now a Fatality and this is our Reality. By: Sensation the Poet, Kim Edwards© 2014