I have dream, that one day, this pile of dirt will rise above its circumstances and become something more than just a pile in the middle of my yard. I dream that it may become a doctor or a lawyer or, most hopefully, a nice place where potatoes live and grow.
I have a dream. Similar to the way that if you mow over poison ivy, you get it everywhere, I dream that mowing over honeysuckle will make you smell like honeysuckle, instead of just like mulch and grass.
I have a dream that the contents of my yard will not be judged by my neighbors and found wanting. That someday, my yard will be filled-in to such an extent that I will be able to see where I have already mowed and not mowed, while the mower is still running, and not just after I've put it away.
Most importantly, I have a dream for my children, and my children's children. I dream that one day, they will be accepted even if they are wearing an outfit similar to this one. I dream that a painting of this picture will hang in a fine arts gallery. I dream that this pose will become a symbol of hope for peoples everywhere, regardless if they are wearing pajamas in public or not.
A girl can dream,