Dreams

Sometimes, I have these terrible dreams.

I dream that I have the power to stop hate. I dream that I can change minds. I dream that even the most hateful of people will see the error of their ways with just a few words. I dream that I can bring peace and acceptance to where there was once only condemnation. I dream that I can change some of the most vile prejudices in society today.

Terrible dreams, because they are only dreams.

I wake up, and I feel so powerless, because the hatred is everywhere. I am only one person, and they are so many. It becomes overwhelming, and no matter how strong my resolve to do my part to fight it, eventually I have to turn away, to cover my eyes and plug my ears because it's just too much.

Sometimes, I wish these dreams would end.