I Dream of a Detroit

On February 16 LAMP hosted it’s first lampshop since 2006. they invited youth to do two different workshops facilitated by two different artist/activists of Detroit, Sterling toles a beat making one, and Phoenix a writing one. this is one of the poems that came out of it.

I dream of a Detroit

where walking down the street isn’t like walking though a WWII era battle field

where vacant lots don’t hold sleeping dangers

but seeds that will move the sky and rain down green wealth

Green Wealth, not the green that moves nations and bullets

Green Wealth that breathes life into the fallen.

filling the shrunken stomachs of those still dreaming of better days

Detroit day dreaming

a song where people can sing to their neighbors and not have to fear them

where neighborhoods sing to their children a dream

where when you grow up you’ll always have us.

and when they grow tall enough to pick the fruits of their labors

they give it to some one they don’t know saying

“roots don’t have to be old to be strong”

and when he goes down his street he hums a melody his

Mother once dreamed of to keep him safe

on dark nights where

rain was as heavy as lead.

and if you didn’t have an umbrella

you had to grow steel skin.

by M.F. Dark Mark

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