Sometimes when I dream,
I paint pictures about worlds

Where

Cute volleyball girls with crop tops
Date nerds in sandals and gym socks that are totes awks.

Where

Tomohawks are symbols of peace,
And
Tony Hawks are not just heroes to a niche.
In the worlds I dream of
A man is not defined by,
her interest
And
A woman is not defined by,
her pinterest.

Where

I am not my own biggest critic,
And
My goals aren't so ridiculous to hear myself say to the mirror.

Where

I can ask the time without being told to get a new watch,
when I never have one,
Or
Can ask for thyme without being told its quarter past nine

In the worlds I dream of,
Tiananmen square is like a Pythagorean theorem.
Just a lot less boring,
And
easier for Football coaches
to explain in math class.

Where

The amazing race is a marathon in potato sacks.
And
the only way someone can prove their alpha status
is to face facts
And
win the gnarliest game of underwater checkers
you will EVER see.

Where

Asian parents let their youngest sons
Have sleepovers so they can have friends that
remember them beyond the moment you drive by their house.

Where

White parents encourage their youngest son
into doing what he loves
And
being proud of him because he's trying,
Instead of pointing out how
he'll never have the right girl if he misses church too often.

In the worlds I dream of,
Bieber and Selena together
would mean a
whole lot more
If they were the lead physicists at NASA.
And
learning a second language would be
as easy as learning the alphabet.
Que pasa
with my dreams these days?

I read subtitles
in the worlds I dream of,
And
in those worlds
the unspeakable symbol of purity that is the dove,
is only matched by...
A velociraptor!
Just imagine the soap commercials!
In these worlds of which I spoke,
dinos are our friends and man is it dope
pulling into class on a pterodactyl.

In the worlds I dream of
I see my perfect girl,
not talking about that guy that she's with in the real world,
with the spray tan and arm curls.

Where

Freestyling is a super power
And
football is something you hide from your friends
so they don't think you're a loser.
And
people don't just say you should talk more,
but make you feel welcomed
And
comfortable in the back pocket of the conversation...
Like your cold hand in your high school girlfriends ripped khakis.

In the worlds I dream of,
I understand what NWA, CCCP, NYC, and OCD, really STAND for,
instead of the letters they use to better define their ideals.
their ideals.
Their Ideals.
Their IDEALS.

In the worlds I dream of
cameras give back parts of your soul
And
sex is a part of a relationship that
fills empty holes in your heart, instead of making them bigger
And
if I was black you would have
NO idea what I was about to rhyme with that last part.

In the worlds i dream of,
equality goes beyond the bounds of who pays for the first date
And
every English prof treats you like the next Arthur Millar
And
you BELIEVE them.

In the worlds i dream of,
grandparents are treated like royalty,
And
their baked goods are a gift from heaven.
And
you think about them even
When
it's not your birthday
Or
their funeral.

In the world I dream of,
this huge chunk of rock we call a country
is actually as accepting as the commercials tell us we are,
And
my own voice doesn't reverberate as
a sour note through my skull and amplify my self hate.
And
I don't feel guilty for not understanding
how to make someone who doesn't speak English comfortable,
Or
your cell phone screen
tans your skin the colour of your last instagram pic
so everyone will know what you look like with
truly #nofilter.
And
facebook likes feed families,
destroy corporations,
And
cure cancer.

And in the world I dream of,
no one ever goes so far as to say they understand
just so they can get into someone's pants.
Or
boost their status among vegans.
Or
because they've truly felt hunger...
after not eating for 10 hours.
In this little world I've created,
no one thinks Worldvision is
some hollow joke about the life and death of
bloated babies in Africa,
but as the unified projection of
how we can improve our planet beyond who
has the best business, card, or car,
but the biggest heart.

Where I dream is really deep in the
tight pockets of my blue jean brain,
So
I have to wiggle for SECONDS to grab my two cents out.
But since the penny isn't really in circulation anymore,
I should be smart, get a head start on a
friend with the same brand of blue jean brain.
Maybe make some money off it.
Trade our thoughts in for a nickel and round it up for profit.

In this world.
Where I dream.