The Dream Lives In Me

The Dream Lives In Me prose poem

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“The Dream Lives in Me”
I have a dream which flows in me
I know is not going to be easy
I know I have to face some trials
I know the path seems so rough
but I have vowed to live with it
but not to die with it
whatever it takes I must survive.
as I walk through the pit of man
I know my garment’s going to stain
but this has given me the divine path
every time I talk of it to the sons of man
it seems unattainable to them
because they are men of little faith and hope
but I never put my dream on
their line of judgment
for my hope and faith always bright and strong.
many times I get scolded by the word of man
I laugh and I said I have a dream.
when the fear of man torment me
I asked myself is it real?
do I feel inferior to the dream?
but my heart is so strong.
as I hold the pole of faith
and I sing the song of hope
I know and I feel am not alone
because my existence has a reason
being black has a purpose
fortunately from Nigeria has an objective.
as I stand for the people
I know the people stand for me
you may ask me when?
you may ask me how?
I will always tell you tomorrow
because tomorrow is always tomorrow
has long am still breathing
I know I have a dream and purpose
sometimes it seems so indefinite
sometimes it seems unattainable
sometimes it sound so idealistic
but this is my blood
it flows in my vein
until I die my dream is realistic
until I die my dream is definite
until I die my dream is attainable
because I am the dream
the dream lives in me.

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A young and energetic poet who is fortunately from Nigeria, currently in United Arab Emirate. Currently working and studying political science. I have vowed to speak for the masses and inspire the the young people who are the future of our land, you and me. Let cut it short because the world is complicated
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Dr.Indu Nautiyal

The poem is an excellent piece of poetry in prose both in its form and contents .It literally brought tears to my eyes as ,sitting thousands of miles away ,I can feel the spirit of the author . May your dream come true and you may see it realized with your eyes open . I have a dream too ,Maybe we will join hands and let both of them ,come true !


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