What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
- Langston Hughes
I have a dream...
These words stated by Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., and the words stated there after, have inspired and liberated millions of people. I have had many of dreams in my lifetime, some I'm living out now, and some I still have to bring into reality. This is the reason why I am writing down my dreams, here in this blog. In a sense, it is my testimony to the world that I can achieve what I declare.
Another dream I have is to become a published writer. Not in a professional sense, but just have a body of work out there for people to read and admire. In High school, I was the the President of the Poets Society. We would read our poems during lunch every month and include them in our section of the school newspaper. I had a english teacher by the name of Ms. Brock, who was very, ummm... Eccentric woman. Everyone didn't like her because she was very strict, and she would tell you about yourself n a heartbeat! But she always inspired you to better yourself. She always asked for 110% from you at all times, and never excepted anything less! She always said I had a "gift" that I needed to share with the world. I think she said that to all her students, but when it came to writing, I always had in the back of my mind, would Ms. Brock approve?
When I was in college, I still wrote poems, but felt limited. I never could write about my true feelings on who I was as a black gay male. Then I gained enough confidence to write my first gay poem called X-FACTOR. Soon came others, and I had around 20 poems that all personally painted a picture of my life within the Black Gay Culture. I talked about topics from displaying public affection, to dating a man trying to keep me in the house, to my battle with homosexuality and religion. I hope that one day I can continue to add on to these poems, and they will soon see the light of day outside of my computer, and this blog.
I will leave you with this portion of a poem called, Untitled (One Sunday):
"...Lord, you have given me life on earth,
You knew my destiny before my birth.
You blessed me with a beautiful family and friends,
and a spirit that defends, amends, and transcends.
But I ask you lord, what do they see in me?
Am I part of a burning city's debris?
Am I bound by a law you utterly decreed?
Am I part of a time period that didn't belong to me?
What happen to the love you sent to me?"