“A Dream Deferred” & Other Musings

I got sucker punched by a migraine last week. They can last for days. Kinda killed the writing vibe. But I did manage to create a visual interpretation of how the auras and pressure and visual hallucinations manifest when I’m in migraine hell, so that’s fun.

I also located a poem I scribbled down last year. First bit of poetry I’d managed to write in years. I sent it to a friend, who suggested that I share it. Well, Steve, I’m sharing it!

“A Dream Deferred”
1/12/2022

“What happens to a dream deferred?”
Asked Hughes of Harlem where housing
Exploded like his Raisin in the Sun

And what of our dreams?
And the world we were promised
Free of fascism and racism and hate?
Where we could be anything we ant to be?
Where the American Dream is the freest kind of free?

But we sit chained to desks and
Shackled to student loan payments
Unable to grasp the world dangled above us
While old white men cry foul and play victim
As they thow down their souls for a man who should be in prison

While they tie up our wombs - in the name of “God”?
And tear off our masks - in the name of “Freedom”?
While they reference fascists and Nazis
When attacking a scientist for preventing disease

And what of the “young” generation
(Not so young if you look closely enough)
Broke and tired and blamed for all
”You want this world? Absurd!” they say
”You’re socialist, multiracial, and far too gay!”

So we sit on the sidelines watching
As the world we were supposed to change burns
The freedoms Dr. King and Marsha Johnson died for
Aren’t so free anymore

I guess that’s what happens to a dream deferred
The birth rate goes down and the world still burns