It's is time again to honor our black historical fugures that have affected the progress of blacks. Dr. Martin Luther King is the first come to mind when you think of black progression, but while I honor and appreciate Dr. King, the struggle and plight of blacks is far from over.
So while in most places people will eat bar-b-que to celebrate Dr. King, Malcom, Thurgood Marshall, Booker T. Washington, Crispus Attucks, and many many more...I pray.
I pray black people reassemble themselves to point out faults in our own culture and seek to resolve issues that are generally getting worse such as poverty, schools and education, violence and drugs, lack of positive adult role models, AIDS, healthcare, among other serious issues.
I have a dream too....A dream we could all get along and no one be in competition with one another.
A dream ladies could act like ladies and not slick and slimy, lying, and skrewing around.A dream where men commit, are loving, providing, and supportive.
A dream where little black girls and little black boys can play in the street and not be looked at as sexual beings.
A dream where men can beat thier chest and for good reason.
A dream where black women don't have to be either sexy or useful.
A dream where black men would excel as much as thier women.
A dream where children are not shuffled through a TAKS focused education.
A dream where the Attorney General is not man of the house.
A dream where women don't have to be whores to get on TV.
A dream we can be through with all kinds of foolishness.
A dream where people are just simple people.
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