A poem, a Dream, a Dare, of freedom.
Those flawed, arrogant, sometimes homosexual, often eloquent souls we call The Founders. Remember their words and be done. Those brave, traitorous, sometimes black, often ill-equipped souls we call the Continental Army. Remember their sacrifice and be done. Those independent, aggresive sometimes male, often over-educated souls we call The Feminists. Remember their climb and be done. Those hopeful, hopeless, sometimes fed, often beaten souls we call The Slaves. Pay your reparations and be done. Because, my fellow Americans, today is not a day to sit and eat and remember. And forget by tomorrow. Because, my fellow Americans, today is a day to stand and believe and dream. For Our Founders Our Soldiers Our Feminists Our Slaves were, first and foremost, Dreamers. They fought and bled and walked and dreamed a freer future, An American future. So, my fellow Americans, Decendants of the Dreamers, who bleed, and work, and toil, Can you muster your colors, your courage, your infinite potential, and Honor them with your American Dream? Can you Dare to Dream? Can you Dare to speak your Dream? Can you Dare to feel your future? And Dare to believe, my fellow Descendants of the Dreamers, that any future is possible?
What’s your dream?
You can only unlock your unlimited potential if you dream it. If you believe it. If you feel it. What is your future American dream? Can you share it? What does it look like? How do you feel in your American dream?
How can you believe in and honor your Inner Dreamer today?
