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Her Dream


My "Little Sister" wrote this.  She is nine years old, in fourth grade, and has been through far too much already.


                                                               My Dream

 

Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. had a dream that there would be equality and peace. Dr. King wanted his children not to be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

  I have a dream that when I grow up I can go to college and work very hard so I could get a great job, and live a long, happy and harmless life.  I hope and pray that I won’t get killed or die early.

 I have a dream that none of my family will be killed or die unnaturally. I also want my little brothers to grow up and be whatever they want to be.

  I have a dream that my community won’t have any more shootings especially people in my family. Specifically, my cousin. At sixteen shot and killed whom I Love so much. 

  I have a dream that this country will never again have segregation, discrimination and people being treated badly because of the color of their skin. (Like Dr. King said) 

 I have a dream that the world would be a better place. I think that Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. would love this nation today because his dreams came true. There is equality and peace in the world today. His children aren’t solely being judged by the color of their skin, but by the content of their character.

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