Wednesday, February 18, 2015

I want to be a writer

every wish, one dream

Every dandelion blown
each Star light, star bright,
The first star I see tonight. 

My wish is always the same.

Every fallen eyelash
and first firefly of summer . . .

The dream remains.

What did you wish for?
To be a writer.

Every heads-up penny found
and daydream and night dream
and even when people say it's a pipe dream . . . !

I want to be a writer.

--excerpt from brown girl dreaming by Jacqueline Woodson

A brown girl 
with the same dream.

No way!
it may seem,
but the fire
will always burn.
So pen to paper,
continue to learn.

Blow out the candle,
my wish is made.
Let go, believe.
To God I've prayed:

I want to be a writer.


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