Black Girl Dreams in 2021

Let's workshop this poem about a lady speaking out loud in a dream where she is president (or a public official of some sort) and suddenly finds out the mic is on

Black Girl Dreams in 2021 

Her coughing fit startled me up
once again. I groaned the pillow 
around my head. But this time,
as if to fit the racket to the dream,
a tense whisper followed, rapid
and as if to someone at her side.

“You for real?” Leaving no time,
though, even for a nod or glance
from that dreamscape confidant,
her decibel and cadence perked
to public address. “Americans.
May I have your attention?”

*This poem is unpublished

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