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martes, 9 de marzo de 2010

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'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly. What do you feel when you see all the homeless on 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 goodbye ? How do you walk with your head held high  ? Can you even look me in the eyes ? And tell me why.

Dear Mr. President, Were you a lonely boy ? Are 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 your cells while you pay the road to hell . What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away ? And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay ? I can only imagine what the first lady has to say. You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine. How do you sleep while the rest of us cry ? How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye ? How do you walk with your head held high ? Can you even look me in the eyes ?  Let me tell you bout hard work.  Minimum wage with a baby on the way. Let me tell you bout hard work. Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away. Let me tell you bout hard work. Building a bed out of a cardboard box. Let me tell you bout hard work. You don't know nothing bout hard work.

How do you sleep at night ? How do you walk with your head held high ? Dear Mr. President You'd never take a walk with me. Would you

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