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DREAMING OUT LOUD: A VOICE IN WARDS 7 & 8
A Poem by Cinquan Umar Muhammad
In Wards 7 & 8, where shadows fell, Dreaming Out Loud rang a hopeful bell.
For streets once silenced by years of neglect, Now echo with dreams they long to protect.
A garden grows where a lot lay bare, Hands tilling the soil with tender care. Tomatoes and greens, a harvest to share, Feeding the soul with love that's rare.
Workshops buzz, a collective spark, Turning dim futures into works of art. Teaching the skills to rise and thrive, A promise renewed: you're still alive.
For children who wandered with heads hung low, Now stand tall in a radiant glow. Words of empowerment bloom like spring, Their voices soar, their spirits sing.
In the heartbeat of neighborhoods once denied, Dreaming Out Loud walks side by side. With the underprivileged, they plant and sow, A brighter tomorrow in seeds they grow.
It means a chance, it means a start, It means healing for every heart. For Wards 7 & 8, it's a lifeline clear, A dream awakened, a future near.
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