What happens to a dream repressed?
When the weight of it all comes crashing down
leaving you distressed?
What happens when you can’t sleep
and all you think of is your failure?
You think of all the ways you fostered your dream
and now you’re preparing its burial.
What do you do now, just bail?
Act like a part of you isn’t writhing in a jail?
A theoretical and abstracted prison of contempt
knowing that you may never be whole again
because of the dream that gave you so much hope
is buried down under the wreckage
of systemic inequity
and violent oppression.
-Written by D.