As we are all aware of today is the 50th anniversary of the murder of Dr. King.
As a child back then, growing up in the sixties, it was common to hear about a positive public figure getting gunned down out of no-where. I have a dream, voiced Martin, and I'm sure his vision wasn't anything like society is today. The only similarity is unjustified deaths of the innocents, misconceived as being deviants because of the color of their skin. Kill first, ask questions later seems to be the MO these days. When did the act of just wounding a person to detain them leave our system, when did giving a person a wedgy, or toilet swirly dessert our schools, being replaced by children murders, and mentally deranged adults. When did just caring about others get put on the back burner, boiling over and unattended. I ask you, where is my dream, because when I look around, all I see is a nightmare. Will we ever wake up?
Mary Maurice wrote her first poem when she was in the ninth grade, and hasn't stopped writing since. Catching the fire at an early age, she continues to dedicate her time to the craft.