A Dream Deferred
My dream is dark as a room without windows and lights
Or like the teeth of a sixty six year-old smoker.
My dream is as sad as a stormy sky
Or like a fat man when he can’t eat french fries.
His greasy cheeks are moving to swallow those dry potatoes
But he must pay attention to his weight
So he turns his head to eat his turnips and tomatoes.
I can’t realize it for the moment,
Like my mum can’t be the president of the United States
But I know that my dream will come true
But, I have to wait.
Cléo Fanny, 2018.
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