My Dream

Like the great Martin Luther King(jr), I have a dream.

I dream of a time that men and women walk down alleys at night, unafraid of the shadows which lurk within.

I dream of a day when race isn’t mentioned at the beginning of a story... of a day that race - a social construct at its core - ceases to exist, and the color varieties of our skin is celebrated as nothing more or less than beautiful & unique.

I dream of a time when food, shelter, clothing, and medical care are viewed as basic human rights.

I dream of a time when medical autonomy is valued from birth, and the decisions one makes for their own care are protected as rights.

I dream that bodily autonomy is taught to all of our young people, as soon as they are old enough to speak.

I dream of a day that femininity is celebrated, and “You have a lot of feminine traits,” is a sentence that needs no follow-up.

I dream of a time that higher education is offered freely, because an educated people a healthy people.  I dream the people are free to pursue their passions, be it art, parenthood, or higher education, because they know their survival is ensured.  

I dream of the day when peoples around the world join hands in peace, and in love.  I dream of the day that our children can play in solidarity and safety.

I dream of ONE DAY - and ONE DAY is beautiful.

ONE DAY is here... you need only allow it. 

I release. I surrender. I allow. I accept.

And So It Is. Amen.