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I Dream...

I dream of a clean class room, where I can learn in peace... and not have to worry 
about if a bullet was meant for me.

This is America where freedom did ring and land were the pilgrims cried? 

I dream of new books, that I can read that don't contain written words of profanity. 

This is America land of the free and home of the brave? 

I dream of a decent place to eat my lunch and not have to worry if I might catch 
mad cow decease. 


This is America, the birth place of Lincoln and other great names? 

I dream of school that doesn’t have a guard at each door and metal detector just 
to keep me safe.

This is America the Beautiful, land that God bless and more? 

I too have dream of someday earning a degree. 

If this is America, where all these things have taken place and the same place 

where Rev. King had a dream? 

Then why is my school, the last place you would ever want your own child to be? 

Equal education and opportunity is still  just a dream for young black men like 
me!

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