I pray you dream…

Dear wounds that wake me up in the middle of the night, more like 3:44am

I wanted to sleep like my life depended only because I think my life depended on it.

I wanted to trade my frustration, any sense normalcy

I wanted my Kumbaya moment,

I wanted the rapper on the hip-hop station to include real words that even at 39, I could say was relevant and I could relate

I wanted the humans walking to stop, feel the earth rotating

I wanted to see people hold their brown babies, mija, mijo, welcome to the good life, with little centavos (pennies)  we’ve saved  a good place to close your eyes and sleep

relax those heavy dark circles inside your head and dream

dream the trees preparing themselves for winter,

see the city ripe with opportunity

see the small business, see a proud family

I pray you dream

remember the red-river,

remember the slave codes

remember the gas-chamber

remember the trail of tears

remember, the ghost of nation

rapid sharks in the mouth

teeth in acid

remember…. Kindness sis. Krissy

 

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Published by: Visionariekind

Krissy Mosley is a story-teller. Recalling stories to build bridges of peace. A folklorist to bring sounds of joy and healing vibrations. Krissy Marie is a writer /feminist, mother advocating for change surrounding women’s rights and women's’ issues.

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8 thoughts on “I pray you dream…”

  1. I want to remember the reparations, remember the heart changing, remember the justice, remember the new beginnings. But before that — these.

  2. Thank you for ALL your remembrances. We add the potato famine (Great Hunger) Of Ireland when the Choctaw Indian tribe sent from what little they had left after enduring the Trail of Tears. We can ALWAYS Love! ❤️🦋🌀☘️

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