dear kirsten

Dear …                                                                in akk to Alecia Moore ”dear Mr. President”, new by Raquel                                13.09.2006

dear kirsten

Come take a walk with me

Let’s pretend, we’re just tow 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 me on the street?

What do you pray for a night before you go to sleep?

What do you feel when you look in the mirror?

Are you proud?

How do you sleep while I sit and cry?

How do you dream without saying goodbye?

How do you walk with you head held high?

Can you even look me in the eye, and tell my why?

How can you say you don’t kwon what happened in my mind?

I’m not dumb and I’m not blind

I’m sitting in a cell, while you never knew what is hell

What kind of friend would take her mate rights away?

And what kind of friend might hate her mate if she tells you that she is gay?

I’ll never imagine what parents had say

I’d a long way with lying and play.

How do you sleep while I sit and cry?

How do you dream without saying goodbye?

How do you walk with you head held high?

Can you even look me in the eye, and tell my why?

Let me tell you ‘bout hard work

                Rebuilding my life after someone bombed it away

You don’t nothing ‘bout hard work

                Building a life with everything I’ll ever pray

I don’t know more, but hard work, only hard work

Dear …, you’d never take a walk with me, would you?