“Don’t tell me your dreams <br />until after the sun comes up, ” <br /> he’d say. But the light won’t change <br />that he’s a black Man and I <br />am a white woman in Alabama. <br />Daylight, and truth don’t matter. <br />So we learned to touch only <br />with our eyes and our words. <br />Knowing no job is tenured <br />against bigotry, it finds its way. <br />So, here after dark, I dream, <br />and wait for unrelenting dawns.<br /><br />Cheryl Lynn Moyer Peele<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/don-t-tell-me-your-dreams/
