The Right
People ask me,
Why do I write?
And I tell them,
Because I have the right!
The right to chase a dream that no one else will.
The right to make the world stand still--
To listen to my words of freedom.
My dream is to change the world.
Laugh if you want,
It's to be expected.
Martin Luther had a dream and he was neglected,
Beaten,
And Broken.
But he chased his dream and his people united,
And I will do the same and open the eyes of the blinded.
I will unite the world from every continent.
Making everyone hold hands with the content--
Of their hearts...
This is my right!
People tell me it's impossible.
I don't care,
That's not the point.
If everyone thought that a black president would not be appointed.
I have to try because if not me,
Then who else?
I see now how Nelson Mandela felt.
I will travel the world spreading my message.
Giving people the hope that should be expected.
And I will start in this room,
And then move on to the next.
Till everyone in this city knows my text.
This is my right!
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