Dear Little Children,

I am scared for you.
What with the world and the Way that it is.
With all of the
all of the crookedness and double-dealing.

I am uneasy.
You may not make it as long everyone thinks
or hopes.

I am worried about you.
You may become a statistic,
you may die young.
As you grow up, you may lose your way,
or find yourself amongst a Different crowd than
what you were Hoping.
Your mother may become sick,
or father may leave.
You might not do so well in school.
You may have trouble focussing or paying attention,
and you will most likely get in trouble.
It is very possible that you will be teased at school
or beat.
Not always physically, and most times Emotionally.
You might get held back a grade,
and watch your friends advance without you.
Many times, you will feel
and unforgiven.
And sometimes it may feel as though you will never
make it through.
You might meet a handsome boy, or a pretty girl
and fall in love.
But don’t be fooled.
Sometimes you will go to bed and your heart will
with and ache that you never knew existed.
Most of the time you will look for that something “more”.
You will never find it unless you look to the sky.

I am so distressed on your behalf.
Because you may look in the wrong places
for things to make you happy.
You might look to a bottle to solve your problems,
when in reality, the only thing at the bottom of that bottle
is a toilet full of vomit and a
fleeting moment of serenity.
You may find individuals offering drugs
of a wide variety, and a promise of Escape.
What they wont tell you is what happened to their
or Friend.
You will die.

I am just so Afraid that you wont make it.

I am praying for you.
Nothing is for sure, and nothing is set in stone, except for the way it all will End.
I pray for you now, because in only a few short years,
it will be up to you.
You will eat and you will sleep.
You will wake up and you will walk yourself places,
and choose things for Yourself.
No one is to blame but you,
and no one can stop you from doing anyting.
No one else is your excuse for
No one else is your excuse for being a young father,
or for driving dangerously
for being a drug addict
or for hurting others.

So i write this to
you of
you are.
What you can become.
You may suffer all of these Things,
or only One.
But only you have Final
upon what and Who it makes you.

Dear Little Children,


Joined November 2008

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