(Inspired by a NPR Poetry Prompt)
I dream a world where oppression is suffocated by kindness,
not a false, plastered on kindness that puffs up the perceived worthy,
but a true kindness that reaches to elevate those struggling under the
weight of generational ideology that’s past its expiration date.
I dream a world where our differences don’t mandate our division;
where we celebrate, rather than seek to obliterate, our unique cultures and
weave a glorious tapestry of our many-colored threads.
I dream a world where we value truth above power;
where the value and well-being of every individual
is our collective goal.
I am not better because you are less and you are not less because I deem myself better.
I dream a world where we appoint leaders who inspire
common goals born of calling us to a deeper understanding;
leaders who surround themselves with visionaries and sages rather than acolytes.
I dream a world where we can gracefully dismantle the old ways that impede progress while merging wise ways with new ways that forge a more equitable future.
I dream a world that has more faith than fear as we face what’s to come.
