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I have had some early hours in poetry, solemn moments with only the night sky and the faded tint of street lights through grandmas old curtains. I wonder what she would think if she saw me now. She as much of the past as she did of the future, she could see things unfolding.
Even in the early hours of the night.
There are people that fought for things in this world that they never got a chance to see happen. Reverend Dr Marin Luther King Jr never saw a black president and in his heart of hearts he knew that it might not happen whether it was because of the silence of the unoppressed or the short glimpse of reifle flare before blood soaked pressed dress shirts and a future cut short.
But this was hist future, even in the early nights of his life, we continuing dream.
We carry that dream, just like we carry those for Malcolm, Chisholm, and Garvey. We walk in Marleys and Baldwins and Nikki Giovannis.
In this early hours, we carry those dreams and ours forward.
