Letters for a President

February 27, 2012
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Dear nation of America
I cannot take a walk
With anyone

I cannot see the homeless
I do not pray
I do not look in mirrors because
I am not proud

I cannot sleep so I cannot dream
My head is held high so I don’t crawl
I cannot look you in the eye
For the shame I feel is too high

I say no child left behind
Because I want to see you all fall

What hike of father you ask?
I say THIS kind of father
I am the father

No I cannot take a walk with you
No I cannot look you in the eye

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