Dear Little Child

I used to have hope that my dreams would come true
I used to dream big
To be an astronaut
Be the president
Be a celebrity
Be a a singer, even.
Be on TV
Be a writer
That was always my dream
Still is.

But now, my dreams take a different capacity:
Now, I dream for peace from the chaos of my country
I dream for my parents not to be caged by government fed lies,
I dream for good grades in university
I dream for a better relationship with money
I dream to wake from this haunting anxiety.

They always told us in school,
“You are the one to make your dreams come true.”
Well-now, we’ve all grown and our dreams seem to be
Drowned beneath all other realities.
Not enough money
Not enough time
Not enough peace.

Dream big,
That is my advice to you,
Little child.
Be an astronaut
Be the president
Be a singer, dancer, actor
Be a dreamer.