Dear mr. President, come take a walk with me. Lets 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 good bye? 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? 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 pave the road to hell! What kind of father would take his own daughters 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 whisky and cocaine.
Let me tell you ‘bout hard work, minimum wage with a baby on the way, rebuilding your houses after the bombs took them away, building a bed out of a cardboard box. You don’t know nothing ‘bout hard work!
Dear mr. President, you’d never take a walk with me..would you?