I read it in the news. In my dream I was a black man, You said, "be glad it was a dream." but I was tied to a truck and dragged on the road rocks cut into my face, my blood drew abstract paintings into the mud never to be exhibited in galleries. I went down a nameless bloody blackman, killed off in my dream. You said "be glad it was a dream." But then I dreamed thet I was a black man even after I woke up from my dream. You said "stay away from white men when you dream.
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Reviewed on November 16, 2008
Our dreams bring our thoughts to reality. Hidden message in your writing, CarolHawks
Contraband Marriage, traveling along the hemline of loving after incarceration, is a love story written in lyric and free form, set in reality with a different ever after.
God bless you. Kathy
Allen