When you look at this what do you see?
Do you see a nice picture of the city?
Or do you understand and see the things that would otherwise go unseen?
Me, I see opportunity and dreams.
Dreams of those often forgotten,
those dreams of people who live on the street.
What? Are they not allowed to dream?
In addition to theirs, I see the dreams of me,
the things I always wanted and believed,
but because of my ancestry, it's like my dreams can be no more than just that.
Dreams.
But I'm determined to be more,
more than you or anybody would ever think.
My dreams are coming true,
and this is just the beginning.
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