Primo came home from school last week and told me he’d learned a poem by Langston Hughes. “What is it?” I asked him. He made his face very solemn and then recited:
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow
I’m not gonna lie, I tore up,
Happy Martin Luther King Jr Day, dreamers,
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