Wishing Upon A Star.
Martin Luther King Jr. has died many moons ago, but his dream live on. I can’t help but inspired by the great man. My dreams aren’t about the white boy and the black boy sitting together, or not be judged by the color of my skin. My dreams are different. My dreams are the dreams of my people, the children of heaven. I dream of a day where my people united under one flag, sing one song under one glorious world. I dream a day where my daughter is proud to be Vietnamese, and not shy of who she is because her community are too busy bickering at each others instead of harmonizing. I dream of a day where my country can stop with the hatred, malice, and prejudice among our people, instead be happy and praise for each other achievements. I hunger for some day where my people can learn to listen more and talk less, do more and drink less, contribute more and consume less. As a nation that have witnessed 1,000 years of colonized by the Chinese, the 100 years terrorized by the French, and 10 years of brotherhood bloodshed with Americans, I cried when I have to bear witness when a father pass venom of hatred about a country where he was born and raise to a son that is too young to know better. I love to see a day where my people value my opinion for not believing in anything else besides capitalism. I look forward to one day where my people will make each others proud.
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