I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and stop living like hypocrites full of ignorance and tempestuous antics. I have a dream. I have a dream that the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together and say don’t move before I break my shackled slave foot off in your slave owning ass. I have a dream. I have a dream. Thank God almighty I have a dream.
STOP LET’S BLEED OFF THE DREAM BEAT AND BREAK IT DOWN!
Institutions, lies, misuses, pimping, solitary confinement, and slavery are America’s ways and means. Rising up and breaking bread is not reality as we sit here and think “how in the hell are we going to eat!”
Dreams come in all forms of hopes, lust, and must-haves, as mountains of lies stake their claim and protrude willingly out into the confines and create mass hysteria. I have a dream, that’s right I do have a dream that one day shit will be work in my favor, and that I can get a leg up. I have a dream. I have a dream that I can get this money, and I can buy a banging car and hook it up with spinners and outfit it in the best louis vuitton seat covers. I have a dream. I have a dream that I can be the welfare queen in the ghetto and milk it for what it’s worth. I have a dream. I have dream that I can eat fried chicken and collard greens and with cornbread. I have a dream. I have a dream that I can walk in the white house ghetto fabulous style with gold fronts and bling. I have a dream. I have a dream that reparations are the answers to my money prayers. I have a dream. I have a dream that these damn tea baggers will shut the hell up and crawl back where ever the hell they came from. I have a dream. I have a dream that America will wake up and do right by its people. I have a dream.
Serious isn’t it? Mind blowing at best, but dead on wouldn’t you say. Something is fishy as we sit here keep putting our dreams in the hands Dr. King, Malcolm X, Barack Obama, Louis Farrakhan, and the damn Pope.
Scratch and sniff and see what kind of smell comes out of a dream as the devious rhetoric continues to rock America and bring instability, pain, tea parties, fornication, animated pastors, pimps, celebrity, dirty politics, and depopulation. Formulated and documented is what sticks as the dirty birdie works her magic on you.
Amped up semantics and hoopla are the variables of the day as we ride on America’s collision course to a never ending destiny that’s sure to take us out. Suffering and despair seems to find its way into the hearts of you and especially into America’s heart as solitary confinement isn’t far.
Hail to good old fashion America as this nation is on lock and living in a straight jacket full of lies, institutions, illiteracy and hot mess issues. Joy and pain are pumping out and creating a sea of suckers, robbers, deadbeats, crazies, and lost souls. Domination of evolution is prized to take over as morals are devalued into spiritual diarrhea that tells you to pray, pray, and pray and just maybe the hold will release its dark and supped up ways on you.
Dream big or go home they say, but what is there to dream about when you have people who can do it for you. “I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and stop living like hypocrites full of ignorance and tempestuous antics. I have a dream. I have a dream that the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together and say don’t move before I break my shackled slave foot off in your slave owning ass. I have a dream. I have a dream. Thank God almighty I have a dream.”
By: Literary Diva of Blogtalk Radio and (The Lit Factory)
literarydiva29@yahoo.com
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