My mom is a strong black woman who raised her kids to have the same sense of strength and pride. This spirit was epitomized by a single wall in our small, two-bedroom apartment on the South Side of Chicago. Two pictures hung proudly: one larger-than-life photo of my siblings and I — and the other — a picture of my mom at 12 years old staring into the eyes of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.
When I was younger, I used to stand on my tippy-toes, stare at that picture, close my eyes tightly, and just pretend that it was me gazing up at the man who revolutionized the civil rights movement, who marched on Washington, and who transformed a generation with his words, “I have a dream.”
…Whatever you want, chase after it with everything you have. Not because of the fame or the fortune, but solely because that’s what you believe in, because that’s what makes your heart sing, that’s what your dance is. That’s what is going to define our generation.