A Dream Postponed
Books piled up,
papers everywhere.
They’ll never burn,
or fly into the air.
Tassel hooked
on the wall.
Not attached
to a cap at all.
Dress hanging
from a door.
Never to dance
on a fancy floor.
Give it another
four years,
until this
oppuruntiy reapears.
This poem is about:
Me
My community
Our world