Four Simple Words

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I wrote this poem mainly for a presentation for my college public speaking class wherein we get up in front of the class and read a poem or story that we wrote ourselves or someone else wrote. I
was inspired to write this by watching the full Martin Luther King Jr. "I Have a Dream" speech in the same class. I thought I would add a twist to the speech and put in some modern era themes I
hope you enjoy this and will check out some of my other writing!

I have a dream.

Just four simple words.

As routine as breathing, or your heart beating,

pulse by pulse.

As simple as a light breeze moving the grass,

or the clouds in the sky.


I have a dream.

Uttered on a hot August day.

As millions watched and sucked the merrow out of those simple words.

Dreaming a dream that seemed ludicrous at the time.

Children giggle and grown men pray;

Pray for an end to this injustice of humanity.

From Selma to Montgomery.

From the lunch counters of Greensboro to the bus seats of Montgomery.

The voices of this race shall not be silenced.


I have a dream.

The chambers of the great Lincoln Memorial are filled

With the voices of men, women and children cheering

For a change.

Standing to end oppression and segregation.

These voices grow louder.


I have a dream!

That these voices be united as one.

That we may be our brother’s brother;

our sister’s sister.

That we may speak words of love and discard words of hate.


I have a dream!

These words ring in the hearts of a generation.

As they gathered on the National Mall.

Gathered for what wasn’t popular, but what was right.

They knew their journey wasn’t an easy one to tread.

They gathered with the wounds of damage done.

As their brothers and sisters were spit upon.

As they were beaten with clubs.

As they felt the wrath of fire hoses.

As they felt the sting of pepper spray.

As they were ridiculed.

But their dreams were never broken;

Alas their hopes never died.


I have a dream.

People chat on their front porches,

 like friendly neighbors.

The boy down the street helps a grandmother bring in her groceries.

Strangers become friends, even though they may have different colored skin,

Or may be from different countries,

Or have different positions in life,

Or may worship a different god.

But they are both human;

They are both American.

When they put their hand over their beating heart,

they pledge allegiance to the same flag.

As it drapes down,

blown not by a dry breeze, but by the whispers of those who came before them.

Like the stiches of the flag they are interwoven into a beautiful tapestry.

Nothing can tear them apart.

Not war or strife.

Not racial inequality or religious bigotry.

Not wealth or poverty.

Not life or even death!


I have a dream!

These words inspired a generation.

A generation who said it was time for an end.

For an end to Blacks only and Whites only.

For an end to separate but equal that was never equal.

For an end to having to sit in the back of the bus just because they were black.

For the end to the idea that because they weren’t white, they couldn’t have the same hopes and dreams for their future.

They wanted to prove that they could be something.

All they had to do was dream of a brighter future.

One wherein they can attain the unattainable. 


I have a dream!

Just four simple words.

As routine as breathing,

or your heart beating,

pulse by pulse.

Keeping the blood of America flowing through its veins.

Whether white or black,

Man, or woman,

Teacher or student,

Catholic or Atheist,

Garbage man or lawyer;

We are all Americans!


That we will join hands,

United as one in order to discover the undiscoverable.

If we don’t, this dream will have been lost.


Submitted: March 19, 2017

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Ahh the bountiful words once spoken by the Great and Kind Martin Luther King Jr is always refreshing when rewritten in someone else's words. Great poem, and such a wonderful message.

Mon, March 20th, 2017 8:58pm


Thank you; I'm glad you enjoyed reading it!

Tue, March 21st, 2017 5:45pm

r futrell

In this times we must keep dreaming, and keep the dream alive.

Fri, October 19th, 2018 11:46pm

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