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.
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