The clearest description I have managed so far about my blog is that it is not about cats. In general, I find predators pretty predictable while prey on the other-hand, because they live in universes of anxiety, develop more textured personalities. I also have as a writer a deft hand when it comes to making matters worse, so of course , the already panicky are ready made for me. I will try to grow this blog into an assortment of laughs, because that is what my life has mostly taught me to do. I will use the famous people I have known to get your attention and then tell you small but many times wonderful things about them. I will never name the ones I say ugly things about but I hope you will guess who they are.
Wishing our kids into dreams
by Regis Boff
I had dreams that the black kids did not,
I would have had more than I did
But my parents knew that dreams were wasteful.
The black parents thought dreams were dangerous.
I guess because they had never seen even one that came true
My parent’s dreams, if they had them at all, slowly starved.
The black kid’s parent’s dreams remained stillborn.
We have made our children obese with dreams,
Maybe black parents have too, I wouldn’t know for sure.
Are dreams worth the disappointment
Of them not coming true?
Perhaps parent’s wishes become their children’s dreams.