Wakes up everyday to the sound of a string of the biggest bad words, a kick or box…or look of scorn…For that child who says…I really believe I am nothing because if those who brought me here wants nothing to do with me…thinks I am nothing…then no matter what anybody else says…I guess I really am NOTHING…For that child who repeatedly hears, “is me bring you and I would take you out”…For that child who hears I hate you…you stupid…you are an idiot…you moo moo…why you wasting the teacher them time for or the Government uniform and book for…why you don’t go look a work…I wish I had drink Clorox with you…Why God couldn’t take you…you ain’t know how I pray for you to dead…For that child who is constantly told that he or she would amount to nothing…For that child who cries him or herself to sleep each and every single night and wake up each day with a heart filled with the burden of the world and eyes blood shot red, hoarse, crumpling under the weight of the world…
For that child who is derided and forced to watch while his brothers and sisters are fed…but goes without…because and I say just because…his or her father drove a knife through her heart or gave her pure knock bout with other women…or worse yet subjected her to the kick and boxes that this child now lays victim to.. For that child whose father disowned him or her and refused to pay child support…so you know what she does…she takes it out on that innocent little child…For that child who… is told that he or she is ugly as sin…and black as soot…or red like a sea water cockroach…For that child who goes through the day a zombie…overwhelmed with helplessness…wishing for death…and asking the dear lord…Why? Why? Why? Why must I suffer such a life? What have I ever done? Wha I even born for…For that child who goes to school and smiles and pretends as if life is great when really all that he or she wants to do is just lay down and die…have his or her burdens lifted… For that child who is asking someone to see…see beyond the veneer…rescue him or her…intervene… For that child who believes that there is no hope…that the world does not care…that it is futile to even try…try to be someone…to achieve or amount to something…because after all he or she was a burden, a BIG MISTAKE…he or she was not the chosen one…he or she would end up big with child…selling her body…going from man to man…end up over the big wall…toting a gun or just wreaking havoc on society…For that child who feels that the world has failed him or her…For that child who feels he or she has no support…nowhere to turn…no one to listen…or no one to believe in him…For that child who again and I say again…needs rescuing…needs a refuge…For that child who is molested, sold or exploited…For that innocent…innocent and again I say innocent child…who thinks that life is not fair…who sees no future…who can’t seem to keep his or her head above water…who can’t focus long enough to concentrate in school so he or she falls behind…who can’t love for he or she has not been loved…who can’t show compassion or who can’t empathize for he or she knows not these things…all he or she knows is pain…and to feel a part of something…to not feel alone…he or she inflicts this pain on others…whether it be through words, box or bullets…For that child who lives in a war zone…in an environment that is not suitable for any child…in an environment where the adults are not responsible…do not care about their role as parents…guardians or role models…who day after day subjects this child to things that no child should see, feel or hear…who doesn’t take regard for what this daily diet of emotional filth is doing to this child’s psyche or development…who doesn’t realize that childhood shouldn’t be a horrible experience but rather one filled with laughter, frolicking and joy…one filled with safety and security…For that child I say hold on…don’t give up…don’t give in…have faith…have dreams…
For that child who asks, what future? Is there such a thing? With everything that I have been experiencing how can I grow up to make a difference? How can I be someone…as I have been told time and time again that I am no one…no one…to that child I say…again I say…there is hope…there can be a brighter and better tomorrow…there can be an escape…believe in yourself…believe that you can make a difference…that you can be someone…that you can with immense faith…prayer and a Saviour whether it be in a grandmother, teacher, guidance counselor, coach or friend…FIND A LIFEGUARD…you can achieve…you can be someone…YOU ARE SOMEONE… don’t let anyone tell you who you are or who you ought to be…you are not who others think you are (even if they gave you life)…you are who you think you are…and you decide who you are going to be…as little as you are…you have power…you may not have control over your current servitude as I like to refer to it…and you may not see any light at the end of the tunnel… but there is a flicker…trust in that much there is…chart a course…and follow it…I know that your head hurts, that your heart pains…that your inside is hollow…that you are looking to the heavens and asking God, “How much more do you expect me to take…after all man I am not Job,” to that child I say there is hope…there is a brighter tomorrow…you are somebody…prove to yourself and the world that you are not a mistake…prove to the world that you can make a difference…get down on your knees and pray every night…to that child who may think that what I have written is just a bunch of words…and that I have no idea what you are going through or that I am asking that you reach for a pie in the sky…or that I am speaking of the impossible… to that child…I say…Trust me on this one… I have an idea… All is not lost…Just hang in there…Believe in yourself…Work on being the best you that you can possibly be…Have faith…You are someone…Your life has worth…Chart your course…A better day is coming…You will see!
