Dreamers, wake up
For your time has come
You have spent countless nights and endless days tossing and turning in your bed of clouds sketching each thought into three dimensional designs, formulating each idea, weaving each detail perfectly together.
Dreamers, let your visions come alive and let them dance for the people who are not even given a pillow
For the people who are silenced
For the people who amendments do not defend
For the people who need you

Though some of you may not know you’ve been sleeping,
I see it

And I don’t see it in your test scores or your gpa or how often you do your homework
Or Facebook or eyeliner
Not in the promises you’ve made or the promises you’ve broken
I don’t see it in what kind of clothing you wear
I don’t see it in the color of your skin or the color of your hair,
I don’t see it in what rests between your thighs or who lies in your bed at night

I see it in the tear ducts of your eyes
And the way they dampen each time a child dies
I see it in your breath
And in your lips whenever you apologize
I see it in your trembling fingers and the goose bumps on your arms and legs

I see it in the way that you tell me you’re not
Because even the greatest of dreamers fought the greatest self-doubt
But fear not, dear dreamers


For each of you are symphonies still unsung,
Epic novels still unwritten
Algebra equations yet to be solved
Scientists are locked up in labs just begging to catch one glimpse at the way your brain pulsates
You are history textbooks in the making

But I’ve studied history through and through
And the one thing I’ve learned that remains to be true
Is that the dreamers are rarely ever spoken to
So speak every time you stand
For the way your voice shakes, the way it whimpers, the way it breaks
Is the one thing that the world can never ever take.
For as long as your lungs breathe,
And as long as your heart aches,
There are whispers to be spoken
And silences to break.

But the rest of us, have no hope, if the dreamers never wake.

So, dreamers wake now or forever hold your peace.
For there are bleeding nations crawling outside your front door step
And they’ve got no use for a snooze button.