The Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. had a dream - it was that this dream did not have to be dreamed again and again, and again.
I Thought It Was a Dream But When I Woke, I Couldn’t Walk
I asked my mom is it possible That my legs and my hands will grow again? No one No one No one answered me. Everyone, including the doctor, was silent. All were looking down As if they were stealing from me, As if they were criminals guilty of doing something bad to me.
I looked the watch on my wrist, played with a ball. My shoes touched the ball. Suddenly the blast took all my happiness And its grimy smoke brought darkness into my life.
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