i know you're tired of me.

"dear mr. president.. come take a walk with me.... let's pretend we're just two people and you're not better than me, i'll like to ask you some questions if we could speak honestly. what do you feel when you see all the homeless in the street? who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep? what do you feel when you look in the mirror, are you proud? how do you sleep while the rest of us cry, how do you dream when a mother has no chance to say good-bye? how do you walk with your head held high? can you even look me in the eye and tell me why?... dear mr. president, were you a lonely boy? how can you say no child is left behind, we're not dumb and we're not blind. they're all sitting in yourselves while you pave the road to hell. what kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away? and what kind of father may hate his own daughter if she were gay?" sorry for that long update of lyrics and I know I just updated with a ramble but as soon as I posted I went and read my best friend's blog.. And this song came to mind. "Dear Mr. President by Pink". It is kind of funny how those lyrics basically describe what was going on while Bush was in office and she, my best friend, made a good point nobody posted on these social networking sites that they hated Bush or that Bush has done nothing but bad for the country. And like when I think about it, it just honestly upsets me to the max of how racist people can be to the point they somehow see nothing but bad since Obama has been president. I.e. my teacher, he says most racist remarks regarding the president or black people in general and I mean he may mean no harm by it what so ever but for people to say things like that just really ticks me off. But I really didn't have a point for this blog. I just got filled with anger once I got finished reading her blog. Not because of what she said. But because of the points she made and every single one of them was true. I feel as if I'm not old enough to be SOO involved in politics like some people may be but it gets to the point where I have to say something and my teacher better hope that day doesn't come in his class. Good-bye little readers, again, ♥
xoxo,
C'aria.