Coloring Dreams

Our undreampt dreams become deferred, put up against obsidian stone barricades. Black endless night, a juxtapose of our endless fight. A present reminder of, our plight.
We see the challenges-
We Rise-
We Meet-

Focus brings our views to the Forefront,
Never doubt our dreams,
Our future is a blank, pure, unblemished canvas for Us to pursue,
there are no mistakes, only colors we user to paint our portraits with.

Our dreams may be shaky and full of holes, but that only allows for more ways our dreams can outwardly flow.
For them to shower and rain down over the people.
Ah!
So Refreshing!

by Brandon Cabaniss

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