In recognition of the late Martin Luther King Jr.

August 28, 1963, the late Civil Rights Activist Martin Luther King Jr. delivered the famous “I Have a Dream” speech. A little shy of 55 years ago; words so powerful, so empowering, and so moving, have continued to fall onto deaf ears, broken hands, and hearts so cold. Even the biggest melting pot of the world has yet to understand how those of diverse backgrounds could be more than shitholes. As though the shitholes who reside in the shithole places of today aren’t products of a world stemming from the injustices designed by white supremacy in its formation and execution, centuries before that and have continued to plague our world today.

Here we are, Monday, January 15, 2018! My heart is so full of pain, hurt, and despair for my people-our human people! For even today, racial tensions exist as strong as the whips that tore the backs of my ancestors. Bigotry still takes over our world, our minds, and our hearts. So much so, that the sole way for one to feel compassion for another is when racial injustices, pain, and trauma hits one’s own backyard; as though the backyards of all of human creations aren’t shared. Forced to think of self, and not of the larger human race as a whole, as a race, instead of progress, we digress.

Yet, I still write and stand before you because the assassinated Martin Luther King Jr. dreamed and spoke words that provided hope for those who wanted more, love for the hate some ran from, and purpose for those who knew there was more to black than “minority”, “less than”, and “ni****”

Because Martin Luther King Jr. dreamed yesterday, I could dream today.

Because He Did, I Could and I Did

I have a dream.

I have a dream that one day, I will wake up and stop dreaming of the day that I kept dreaming of what equality, equity, and economic justice looked like because it truly existed.

I have a dream that one day, the blacks-those who were enslaved and built this country on their backs would truly be recognized for their labor. That one day, reparations would be paid and the 40 acres and a mule promised to our people would not be delivered to them in faulty checks of insufficient funds sealed with falsehoods of dreams that can never become reality; because the system our people lived in and currently live in was not designed for true justice and coexistence. Falsely labeling America as the world of opportunity, when the world of opportunity does not exist for those full of melanin like me.

I have a dream that one day, we would all be able to live in a world where humankind’s creation of division through race would not be so. A world where the value and worth of one’s life would not be based on the color of their skin, but truly of one’s character and moral.

I have a dream that one day, whites will recognize their privilege in the fight for justice and true equality-understanding that there is a difference between diversity and inclusivity but know that the two do not operate exclusively-rather inclusively.

I have a dream that one day, we could live in a world where whites understand that sitting silently and behaving passively during these crucial times of action planning for social justice is a form of homicide in the black and other marginalized communities.

I have a dream that one day, blacks in this world would not live to die and die to live as though our legacy is irrelevant to the progress of this nation. This nation that disregards us, until it needs us. Using all we have to give-and once they are done using, they state we were nothing to begin with.

I have a dream that one day, educational equality will not only be viewed as a necessity, but a crime if not provided to the black and marginalized community properly.

I have a dream that one day, black boys who become black men will be able to live freely-not locked up behind school systems that already have their destiny mapped out in jail cells fully.

I have a dream that one day, black men will be able to understand the love and loyalty of black women and do everything to build black women up, not shut black women down. Truly empowering her as black women wear their crown.

I have a dream that one day, black boys who become black men, and black men who become black husbands and black fathers recognize and own their rightful purpose on this planet.

I have a dream that one day, black boys and black men will rightly understand that the world loves them and needs them—ALL of them! Their emotions, their insecurities, their struggles, their courage, their strength, their reasoning, their care, their fellowship, their partnership, their voice, and their love.

I have a dream that one day, we will no longer have a place where black boys and black girls grow to be black men and black women who doubt themselves because systemic levels of oppression have eaten at their core since their time of fertilization. So terms like “impostor syndrome”, “racial battle fatigue”, “colorism”, “self-hate”, “dual consciousness” and more never find a home in the vocabulary words we choose to use to explain our challenges with self-efficacy.

I have a dream the one day, black girls who become black women will feel empowered by their intelligence and live in a world where their assertiveness and demand of earned respect is honored, not unjustly labeled as bitchiness. A world where powerful black women are celebrated not ridiculed, sexualized, and manipulated.

I have a dream that one day, black girls who become black women will be able to love one another and trust in each other, and not view other women as competition. For too many women are fearful that there is only room for one black woman on top. I rebuke the voices that consumes the minds of black women with such confusion in this false illusion of success.

I have a dream that one day, black women will be reverenced for the black magic they possess in their core. Finding ways to always love even when we’re hated. Finding words to speak comfort, even when we’re silenced and mistreated. Finding ways to remain composure, even when depleted. Finding strength to give, even when we’re broken.

I have a dream that one day, it will be ok to accept the black women who do not want to rear children. That one day, motherhood in the black community will be celebrated; but it is a women’s choice to decide whether or not she’d want to give or receive it-life.

I have a dream that one day, it will be okay for blacks to love black love; however, it may look. For black women to love the black men. For black men to love black men. For black women to love black women. For blacks to simply love and be loved. For love sees the light that shines through the heart and glows everything; even dark days up at night.

I have a dream that one day, black children will have black parents to look up to regularly, not coincidentally because healthy black parenting can and does exist.

I have a dream that one day, mental health in the black community will not be stigmatized but recognized and taken seriously because our legacy is built on our state of mind; literally, emotionally, spiritually, and holistically.

I have a dream that one day, bigoted behavior would truly no longer exist. Not in our homes, not at our place of work, not in our communities, and most certainly; not within our countries leadership.

I have a dream that one day, I will no longer have to dream the same dreams that the late Martin Luther King Jr. dreamed before his dreams led to him being assassinated.

I have a dream that one day, my dream will become reality and all black and marginalized people will prosper through true equality and justice for all.

I Dream.

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