My dreams consume my thoughts;
I do not dream of material things like most thought.
I dream endlessly,
I dream of caring for my family,
I dream of making my mom proud of me,
show her im appreciative for all the things she has done for me.
I dream of giving her all she wants and more,
peace and quiet, maybe a new house, all that she is worth and has worked for.
I dream of giving my pops what he hoped for so long,
the idea of "the perfect son",
whom in his dreams rises to every occasion,
who leads the congregation,
all the while still having time to become the best at the medical profession.
Anyway.......
I dream,
I dream of providing for my siblings,
I dream of filling their lives with countless blessings.
Never again may they need to rely on others,
this responsibility, I'm proud to place on my shoulders.
I dream,
I dream of years to come,
I dream of what i may become,
will i be a good father?
care for my daughter?....
"Heaven"
that will be her name,
her tiny footprint tattooed on my chest changes the game,
leaving nothing the same.
I dream of her,
and of her mother,
hopefully a woman i will love like none other.
I dream,
I dream passionately about my future,
I dream about the legacy that i will leave upon my culture.
will i influence others to change their lives for better,
or will i be another statistic in a news paper,
stuck inside the Miami-dade county correctional center?
I've dreamed,
I've dreamed of all these things and more,
success, identity, to even God above,
but the question to you is,
"what are you dreaming of?
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