I am waiting to have a dream like Martin, seeing sons and daughter in collective shapes of hand in hand. No placards of protest needed to assert our obvious progresses not yet achieved.
I am waiting for the wonder of together standing to be noted for its norm.
I want us to be for granted that, we are the dream and the waiting for that dream to be the nightmare long ago dispelled.
I am waiting for feeling empathy has transcended, that touch is an unbreakable embrace.
I am waiting for divinities perfection to purify me and who I am.