The seed of my dream
has been planted in the darkened soil
of systemic unemployment, institutionalized racism
and the rarely opened window of opportunity.
Thrust by design into a dismal place
yet pondering a reality that for now
exists beyond my horizon.
It is the primal anguish of a dream
that views the possibility of dying stillborn that
has created a pain
that only an imprisoned dream can bring;
the very labor pains of its birth.