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Life was full of love,
Pure white
No blemish existed
There came a time when our paradigm
--shifted
Lost focus of where we were
To consumed with where we were going
Not moving in sync
Trading places being the tugboat
Only probably was that neither of us were towing
Moving at our own pace
Leaving each other to catch up
Hoping you got there
But to busy to hold your hand along the way
Going for ourselves of course our livelihood would
Have to pay-
The price for our greed, for disobeying what we thought we would need-
Forever, forever wanting to be yours
Now we’re over…healing is later, currently we’re scorned
Burned by the promises of yesterday and scorched by the flames of the present
This isn’t something we should regret, lets attempt to move forward with little resent

A Dream Deferred

by Langston Hughes

Langston Hughes homepage

What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore--
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--
like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?

By far...One of the most inspirational/motivational poems i have ever read.

I often wonder how there are people in the world who chase their PARENTS

dreams. They go to school, armed forces or etc. because its what they were told to do.

I don't think i know why, or will understand anytime soon.

All I know, is that I will chase a dream anyday.....The burden is too heavy to ignore.

My perspective on african americans:

I just don't understand. How can a person not want to embrace their heritage. African Americans have become stubborn because they are "informed" about "life" but easily swayed because they are "supporting" their kind. Our heritage: Slaves where labeled stubborn because of their firm stance on how much of an injustice slavery was. Because of their rebellious nature they were labeled opposite of their nature. To be informed is to be knowledgeable. I really want african americans to get off the couch and do something more than a club on friday nights. Integrate/infuse themselves into a different culture. The restaraunts, the galleries, and museums. I don't think that this will happen until we can get over ourselves. The need for this inside really controls my movement, being, how I present myself, and how involved I'm determined to be not only on this campus, but in life. This lust for more has affected other areas in my life. I can honestly say it has something to do with the level of attraction between me and possible girlfriends. Let's do more than a club and applebee's. Let's do arizona's and dialogues in the dark. It affects the way I dress. Although on any normal school day you might catch me in some sweats, I take a lot of pride in how I wear my clothes, not so much dress. Whether its sweats, slacks, or basketball shorts I can guarantee you will never see them hangin off my ass. Knowledge changes. Name one person with any significance who embraces heritage is "knowledgeable" and I guarantee you will see a person that enjoys the finer aspects of life.
*DISCLAIMER*-I still have my days where I like to have ignorant fun and party;its just balanced out by a lot of the opposite