A Dream Deferred

Martin Luther King, Jr. Day. The day to celebrate freedom and having a dream. I hold, as scawny and soft as a newborn kitten, a dream of being without money lenders sending me letters every so often, like "I'm just sending you this letter for the heck of it." Yep, a new letter, old debt, same story, next verse. Nevertheless, when I get a phone call back from the manager at Chunk E. Cheese and am encouraged. Do I want to work there? A place exuding children's boogers and grime from every corner? Red, flashy, probably going the way of McDonald's fast food chain. It's proximity and the job's experience of working with children seem it's only redemable qualities. I'm going to apply at the YMCA. Same deal, but no food involved.
In internet land, more encouragement comes in the way of a letter adressed to me, asking me to send a sample book review for Latino University, a magazine aimed at Latino college students. I'm excited about that more than anything. My first writing job, something to put into a portfolio. And I'll be writing about books, which means I can go all "literary critic" on paper. I hope they accept my review, which was a pasting together of an old essay I wrote on One Hundred Years of Solitude, by Gabriel Garcia Marquez.
All in all, I have a dream. It could be a dream of nations coming together, like Condolezza Rice on her visit with Palestinian and Isreali leaders, or it could be a dream of races coming together like Martin Luther King, Jr. Let's help one another with our dreams and then they won't be deferred like Lanston Hughes famous poem, "A Dream Deferred."