What was a Dream… by Kathryn Bryant

Little girl so innocent, a future seeming so bright,
Dreaming of knights and princes, everything quite right.
Dawning all the jewels and dresses, daring her heart to dream,
Filled with love and hope and song, happy as any could seem.
 
Yet childhood passes quickly and the darkness of the world seeps in,
It’s now a fight of darkness and light, a wait to see who will win.
Fight as she may, fight as she might struggling against defeat,
Even when the battle is won life and love are not as sweet.

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Running by Tyree Daye

Running
Running and screaming
Running and screaming from a gin drinking man
Black hands drity from them white folks drit
That even his farther work on and died on
Never died for
Naw never died for
Naw would of cut his own throat before he stop being a man
A gin drinking man past it down with bad kness
So I run hard