BY HERIBERTO DIAZ

This month, Black History.

Next month, perhaps, white?

Or red? Or yellow?

Why too much history

squeezed into a month?

Who knows? Who decides? 

Why the singularity of colors? 

Are we all not one, Humanity?

Can I pluralize it?

Did not Dr. King try to?

Or was his dream just that, 

“A DREAM?”

When was it hijacked

Or by whom Hindenburged?

Please do not wake me 

from this dream, all mine…

Am I confused? Or

Is my reality “Just a Dream?”

As I sleep, is that my reality? Who knows? Can someone tell me

Did Dr, King know all along? 

I do know one thing.

My DREAM will never be…

TRUMPed-up!