I pray you dream…

Dear wounds that wake me up in the middle of the night, more like 3:44am

I wanted to sleep like my life depended only because I think my life depended on it.

I wanted to trade my frustration, any sense normalcy

I wanted my Kumbaya moment,

I wanted the rapper on the hip-hop station to include real words that even at 39, I could say was relevant and I could relate

I wanted the humans walking to stop, feel the earth rotating

I wanted to see people hold their brown babies, mija, mijo, welcome to the good life, with little centavos (pennies)  we’ve saved  a good place to close your eyes and sleep

relax those heavy dark circles inside your head and dream

dream the trees preparing themselves for winter,

see the city ripe with opportunity

see the small business, see a proud family

I pray you dream the red-river,

remember the slave codes

dream-  and remember the gas-chamber

walk down the remember the trail of tears

and remember, the ghost of nation

dream -rapid sharks in the mouth

teeth in acid

I pray you remember…. Kindness sis. Krissy