(Inspired by Martin Luther King Day) I can dream in colour,
if you want me to she said.
Her eyes
wider at the thought,
more welcoming than the biggest grin,
intrigued by a concept too big for her breath to hold.
If I can dream in colour she thought,
then can't they all dream in color too?
her breath
slower, with precision
conscious, of the growing consciousness
waking her from years of the deepest slumber.
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