I had a dream last night that we finally lived in a world where all people were treated equally.

I had a dream last night that black people woke up one day and finally remembered that we are descendants of Kings and Queens that created society.

I had a dream that all nationalities came together and loved one another.

I had a dream that we lived in a world that I could be proud of raising my future children in.

I had a dream that once people realized that it’s only one race, the human race, that came together to change this world.

I had a dream that we still didn’t live in a world where white people get treated better than black people and other nationalities. I had a dream that black people still weren’t being shot down and killed in the streets of America because of the color of their skin. I had a dream that my people were finally free in country that worked so hard to try to break and hold my people down.

I had a dream that people like Dr. King died so one day we could see a black president get elected in the United States of America.

I had a dream that the withering injustice that Dr. King spoke about didn’t exist anymore. Over 50 years have passed since that civil rights movement and my people still aren’t free. Fifty years later black people are still “crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination”. Fifty years later black people are still on an island of poverty but added to this island are a variety of other races that deal with the same circumstance as my people. Fifty years later black people are still “languished in the corners of American society and finds himself in exile in his own land”.

“In a sense we’ve come to our nation to cash a check. When the architects of our Republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men-yes, Black men as well as White men –would be guaranteed the unalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked “insufficient funds”.

“Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God’s children. It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. The sweltering summer of the Negro’s legitimate disconnect will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality that the Negro -1963 is not an end but a beginning. Those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual” (I Have a Dream, Martin Luther King, Jr.).

I had a dream that I would not be judged by the color of my skin but by the content of my character. I had a dream that we lived in a country that allowed all people equal opportunities to do what their heart desired. In my dream, America was a place that allowed you to become anything you want no matter what your skin color.

Instead I woke from this dream and I found that my people have lost their way. America is not the land of the free; it just gives off that perception. In this country only the rich and wealthy get treated equally. How it is that majority of the world’s wealth is distributed amongst one to two percent of the world’s population. You know how that’s possible because the government is an illusion. The world is ran by corporations, and those corporations make sure bills are passed that allow their business to grow and prosper while the mass population of people work most of their life to never break even. This county has killed millions of my people through slavery and oppression. This country denied us of our basic human rights as an American. This county enslaved us, then to let us free into a world that was strategically manipulated to hate our race, especially in America. Yet still through all the turmoil my people rise, so they implemented the Jim Crow laws to slow us down, but as usual we rise again, so they implemented drugs, guns, and poverty into our communities, yet and still we rise.  They then introduced black family destruction and sent all of our black men to a war to kill their own people, while their family structure fell apart. America found a new way to enslave black people; they started a war on drugs and locked us up for the same substance that they distributed to our communities in the first place but yet in still my people rise. Now the only thing left for America to do is work its hardest to make sure that my race never wakes up, because if we do we won’t just set our people free, but we will set the world free.

I had a dream within a dream, and within that dream I found my truth, Black people have shaped and created this world long before slavery existed. We have been Kings and Queens in Africa, Mesopotamia, Persia, Greece, Europe, Thailand, Cambodia, Vietnam, and Indonesia. We have been to America way before it becomes a country. We have introduced the world to science, math, and magic. We created civilization, and we helped this world move forward. The majority of the world’s perception of my people is a lie. We are and have always been great. Every great superhero must have his or her nemesis. The United States of America has been the villain for black people since its inception. You see the biggest lie is that you are inadequate, the truth is that you are powerful beyond measure. Why else would a country and a group of people work so hard to keep a particular race down? The problem is the enemy knows how great we are, but we don’t.

One day you will get sick of dreaming, asking for help, you will get sick of waiting for Jesus, the government and anybody for that matter. The Black race to me is beautiful inside and out. My people are Gods children and the only thing that keeps us down is ignorance, but I think that energy is running its course; I’ve learned true change comes on the brink of disaster, it’s sad to say but I think we are almost there. To be honest I’m sick and tired of my people waiting around to be saved, I think that’s why we still suffer. Regardless of what tools they use to oppress my people, they can’t stop us if we stick together and collectively work together to make this world better.  We were not created to live like this, God gave us all the tools needed for us to live in peace and respect one another as human beings that are going through similar situations. I can only be the change I want to be, I know that I am a son of God and my new religion is love, I will do my best in this lifetime to make Dr. King proud. When he looks down to see how his people are doing I will make sure he knows that his death was never in vain. I will live everyday knowing what I am. A god-like King, who is extraordinary.

Originally published 1/15/15