I dream.
I dream of a day where people will be blind to the barriers. of race, of gender, of social status and status quo. Where people will turn their faces from the wicked acts which they so crave, and from the selfish longings of the soul. I dream of a day where all of the people turn to God. I dream of a day where I won't have to research and write papers on an ancient laptop that constantly falls. I dream of the day when people don't steal my bicycle seat, the day when I don't have to worry about having coins enough to get to where I'm going. I long for a day where I don't have to be afraid to walk home at night, or hear someone screaming in the alley, or be lulled to sleep with sirens buzzing in the air. I dream of a day where I won't have to come home and be a guardian to my sister or help my grandmother or be guilted into eating one of my father's culinary concoctions. I dream of a day where Fed Ex doesn't lose my packages. I dream of a day where the counceling office at school has someone open the door for you when they schedule an appointment for you. I dream of a day where my manager doesn't barge into my home with her disgusting rants of everything imaginable. I dream of a day where instead of everyone needing me and asking me to sacrifice my time and effort and comfort, people will help me when I need it. I dream of a day where I can dream safely on a bed that isn't broken or old in a house where I finally feel like I'm home. And instead of me doing everything for everyone else. Everyone is doing things for me. A house that's white and yellow with a big wide porch to sit down and drink cold ice tea on hot summer evenings. With big windows and pretty curtains and flowers everywhere. A spice garden in the backyard and a lemon tree. And a dog. And a husband that loves me and children that know they are loved. Till that day, I dream.
