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
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