The Poet

Like a phoenix arising from the ashes of
Slavery,
Lynchings,
And the heritage of Jim Crow,
The dream arises.

As long as the sun arises from the darkness of night,
The dream will arise.

As long as the ocean, ever turbulent, flows back and forth,
The dream will arise.

As long as hope springs eternally through the human spirit,
The dream will arise.

If the dream is properly nourished,
It will flower into a beautiful bouquet of roses.
However, a dream neglected will shrivel on the vine of despair.