PAD Challenge Day 25: Write a dream and/or reality poem. The American Dream Oops! My bad! I know you pictured a white picket fence around a single unit of square feet with three to four bedrooms, two to three bathrooms, with a garage too small of a container to contain equality, justice, and liberty for all. I know a set of four paws seems to have more human rights than the footprints of your babies running through wildflowers in pink and blue. I know the Whites have more yellow in their smiles and all your eyes witnessed on this soil is a Trail of Tears and the blackest Blues , though you have flesh that can split open to bleed Red like them. Sorry! I know you keep thinking you’re seeing stars; wishing, hoping, and dreaming that your stripes won’t look like the ones our ancestors inherited on their backs in the cotton fields or behind the Magnolia tree in the mills, but they got a chokehold on necks still and gasoline to gaslight your minds. I
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