Wishing our kids into dreams

by Regis Boff

I had dreams that
the black kids did not.
I would have had even more,
but my parents knew that hope
was careless.
Their parents scared dreams
out of them
to protect them.
I guess they had never seen
even one come true.
My parent’s wishes,
if they had them at all,
slowly starved.
Ghetto dreams want to be stillborn
so kids never have to
wish they had been.

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