Short Poems for Black History Month

I, Too, Dreamed

last night
I, too, had a dream
and witnessed on my skin an ocean

of brown sun-burnt African gold
I had a dream
like so many claim and hold to
but not of white and black

I had a dream of brown
I witnessed foaming coffee waves

crashing down upon each other
in a wild and raging sea of
broken dreams 

and I, too, dreamed, and I longed to
wake again