Envisage

ENVISAGE This morning the sun came beaming in. I awaken from a dream. I begin to recapture the scenes to decipher this dream. I hear people talking in a room. I am a child about four. I leave my bed to see whom was there. My mother and a man stood conversing. I could not hear their exact words; only murmuring I heard. My mother’s back was turned and her relationship saw me standing in the door. He knew my name. He stated that I had did something. I did not know what he meant. I stood there not saying anything. I awoke from the dream. What does this mean to me now? I am forty-seven. Well, my life has shown many aspects. Therefore, the dream is aspirations not mine’s but of Black Americans. The Colored Sexton’s was called upon to negate mixed-blood lives. I know this only via this vision to be mine. *Please go to About This Poem..." Motif: Dream Interpretation