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A letter to someone... |
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Posted 6/22/2010 at 1:19 AM by Heather F |
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To Whom It May Concern,
World hunger? That’s not worth fighting. We live and bask in the land filled with fast food chains and all you can eat buffets. Filling our stomachs seems to be our top priority. But here I am and I’m starving. I am getting so weak and thin, unrecognizable even, and every time a gun is shot and my bother falls, there another pound gone, and my rib cage shows. I’m slowly disappearing… can you even see me?
I loose a piece of me… every time there is a robbery publicized on the television screen. A weapon in hand, driven home and it kills a honest, hard working man and for what? All he was stealing were petty things and some old jewelry. That kind of violence is killing me.
A drunk at the bar that’s had a rough evening. He has another drink and makes a horrible decision to grab his keys and start driving. He’s going too fast speeding and he wasn’t looking, they never saw it coming, and he takes out an entire family… and here I am starving, more nourishment taken from me and I feel like I am the one dieing. This paralyzes me and I can’t breathe. I open up and nothing. I’m suffocating.
Fighting for health care? Please. When that widowed mother of three, she recently lost her husband to disease, stands here swollen and again expecting, she is turned away because she doesn’t have the money. Will she still have a safe pregnancy? And when it is over, forget about the beautiful baby because she is in debt up to her neck in hospital fees. This is exactly what is killing me.
I open my proverbial mouth and attempt a scream but nothing comes out. My protests are pushed aside and ignored because honestly, who really cares about civil liberties? And the poverty silences me.
The young boy living on the street, fighting for ends meat. He dropped out of school after elementary under the impression that is was a necessity and an obligation, being forced to beg instead of getting an education. No one thought he would live to see sixteen. The sad miracle would have been next week, his birthday but he was dead just yesterday and no one thought a thing. Please! I’m begging because this breaks my heart and blinds me. I need color and expression, only I am greeted now with dark. So Please!
I am starving because… the only things to quench my appetite and fill my belly are kindness and honesty.
I am frozen in the face of fear and violence because… peace fuels me.
I am silenced and unable to speak because… I long for freedom for all from an unfair economy.
I am drowning and can’t breathe because my only source of air is the equality of humanity.
Sincerely,
Love.
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