MLK Creative Arts Submission

It was 1963. He said he had a dream. Now it's 2016, And I have a dream. I have a dream that I never have to hear a little girl with Type 4 hair tell me that she wishes she had hair more like that of her white friends. I have a dream that, one day, the world won't be a place where black mothers cry themselves to sleep full of the guilt they feel for bringing a child into this place of discrimination and hate. I have a dream that, one day, black men won't be known for abandoning their children, but for their determination and perseverance. I have a dream that, one day, black women won't only be seen for their curves, but for their independence and passion. I have a dream that, one day, people of color will realize how beautiful we all are. I have a dream that, one day, the first thing I hear on the morning news won't be a story of another black male or female being a victim of police brutality. I have a dream that, one day, black actors and actresses will be given as many if not more Oscar awards as their white colleagues. I have a dream that, one day, people of color won't have to feel the need to defend each other anymore. I have a dream that, one day, it won't be so shocking to see a white man in a relationship with a black woman. I have a dream that, one day, black students won't have to be scared to do something as simple as walk across their college campuses. I have a dream that, one day, black people won't be the only ones promoting Black History Month. I have a dream that, one day, I'll live in a world where I won't be black and you won't be white; We'll just be people. We're all people. Aren't we? I have a dream that, one day, I'll wake up and realize that this period of hate and hopelessness was all just a dream.