Mr. Africa Poetry Lounge!
Calling Dreams
The right to make my dreams come true,
I ask, nay, I demand of life;
Nor shall fate's deadly contraband
Impede my steps, nor countermand;
Too long my heart against the ground
Has beat the dusty years around;
And now at length I rise! I wake!
And stride into the morning break!
Written by Georgia Douglas Johnson (1880-1966)
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