The Childrens Dream

I have a dream. A dream about tomorrow. Tomorrow the day that comes after the day that is today. Tomorrow. Which might take a year, or more. But tomorrow for me is not a distant dream, but a path I begin today. I want to be a doctor, and accountant or a lawyer. A lawyer to defend the defenseless build on the already towering fences, of life that hold communities. My entire life I want to spend bringing strength to our unity. I want to be strong. Hold up the weight of every dream I hold inside. To feel the basket of everything mother Earth provides. She shouts. Mother earth calling us to feed. I'm a seed sewn by mum and dad, strong, and with my crown, a tree to be. Roots going deeper in the ground, deeper still. My will to be great strengthened by teachers, preachers, mothers, fathers, stars I can see and are always close to me. I want to be the math that counts his blessings. Always chasing after things blindly, to others it seems, but guided by teachers whose wealth of knowledge brings me closer to my vision. To make the most important decisions. A consultant to be that counts because I want to be an accountant. Which is the best news. The best excuse. The best muse to the ears because as a confident leader to be I want to be cheered. To be the alphabet that always starts with A's, to my grades, a person in white a doctor whose hands gift people with more years. Gifted hands. Ben Carson would not have been so gifted had he not listened to everything his mother said. What my mother said. My father said. Or even what my teacher said. The cement they spelt with words strengthened the foundation we've now made. Building blocks led to our vision made from us, the childrens image. 03/10/17?