Baby
I had a dream a few days ago: I found myself as a teenager, surrounded by some very wealthy individuals who lived far from my community. They took a few of us youth in, offering support so we could pursue our education. They provided us with a home where about eight of us could stay and even had a luxurious limousine to drop us off at school. One day, these privileged folks invited us to join them for breakfast at a grand banquet hall. I was filled with excitement as we arrived; the room was bright, adorned with stunning crystal chandeliers and elegant burgundy velvet chairs. Tables filled with a lavish buffet lay in the center, yet the room was oddly empty despite the buzz of people across the hall at a work convention, chatting, drinking, and smoking. As I gazed at the food, I headed toward the tables. I reached for a plate next to a beautiful Black girl who was also being supported by these wealthy benefactors. When I reached over, she thought I was trying to take her pl...