I, Too, Shall Dream
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I, Too, Shall Dream

I so badly wanted to paint my story as something beautiful. But the more I look back and reflect on my experiences and the experiences of my people, a lump forms in my throat. I wish I could walk into a museum and journey through my history. I wish I could look at photos and see if I do indeed have my great-grandmother’s cheekbones. I wish I could visit a grave and see where all those who died fighting for me were laid to rest. A sign of honour, that’s what they call it here.