I have a dream.
It may not be as deep and powerful as Dr. King's.
But I too have a dream.
I dream that one day I am blessed enough to experience true happiness.
Happiness like we all deserve.
That I can be a mother a wife and change somebody's life.
That hate and hurt will be a distant memory.
That we'll have a family and a daily routine.
Dinner at eight and movie nights and secret dates.
That we'll go to bed together and fall asleep with just our feet touching.
Yes, I have a dream .
A simple dream.
But it was my dream.
It was... And I almost had it.
We almost had it.
If only you could have put down that bottle or peered over the rim of your glass long enough to see.
Maybe you would have seen me.
Standing there, crying and screaming and begging and pleading.
Trying to catch a put back together the pieces of my once promised dream.
Going to bed alone every night, still dreaming.
But dreaming turned into scheming until all dreams were lost.
So yea, I once had a dream.
But not my only dream it so dream again.