• When will we truly be free?
    We might not be in shackles, but in the mind, you are enslaved. You are a slave to the system, that- seemingly- keeps order, and you are a slave to the eyes of judgers, who seem and think they are eminent in comparison to you.
    Some people believe freedom comes after death. Others, they believe it has already come. But I, I believe true freedom is present, when the mind is under no control but itself.

    When will we show appreciation?
    Our people, as a whole, have endured abundance when it comes to hatred and pain. Although people like Abraham Lincoln and Martin Luther King helped relinquish that pain of racism and discrimination. They wanted equal rights and equality when it came to the different races. And it is true; we do have equal rights, but we choose to abuse them and abuse the chance to learn them.

    When will we listen?
    We - or a fraction of this generation- seem to have issues when it comes listening. As more and new generations arrive, disobedience and disrespectfulness appear to easily lock into characterization. Each being in each generation starts as a sponge, but it is up to the previous generations to give them things to soak up.

    My dream is for realization and change.
    With the price of things going up, especially the cost of living, you would be surprised at how many children treat an educational establishment. Some abuse it in the most disrespectful and ignorant ways, that would make our ancestors wonder about the decision they made to allow us chance to an education.
    Those small groups of individuals ruin the chances of those who seek more.
    Those who want more than a life that consists of war and hatred, which probably occurred from misunderstandings.
    Those who want more than sorrow and confusion.
    Those who want their kids to go outside and not be afraid of bombs dropping over their kids heads, rapists and molesters, and being converted to a life of bondage.

    When will we truly be free?
    When will we show appreciation?
    When will we understand?
    When will we listen?

    My dream drowns out these questions, in hope that they will be relinquished. My dream focuses on chance. Although, if my generation holds Earth’s last days, will my death and my journey get me freedom and relief from these questions?