I am just a child, why can’t I live free? Free from hunger, free from abuse, free from poverty… I want to be free! Free to be all I can be.
Why can’t I fear normal stuff, like the monsters under the bed, things in my head? Instead, I fear monsters like Uncle Fred, my pastor Mr. Brown and my teacher Mr. Ned. I want to be free to speak, not because I’m small means my voice has to be weak.
I want to be heard, I want to have an opinion! I want to enjoy my days as a youth and then live till I’m old without my life being taken by someone who thinks they’re big, bad and bold. I don’t know my father although I wish I did, but brother, uncle, cousin, I need your guidance and knowledge, so teach me to make a kite instead of letting me hold a gun and teaching me how to fight.
I need a role model, a mentor, a father, an outstanding individual, someone I can recline upon. And even if I can’t have that, I need a mother that is strong, a firm individual who will wup me when I’m wrong.
I want to play, I want to smile, give a little trouble, and play in the dirt for a while… I want a chance to grow, get a chance to get a good education, be a doctor, a lawyer, or even act in a show… Please, if I’m wrong I don’t mind getting scold but don’t let it be abuse, don’t hit me with anything your hands can hold, that’s cold…
Hug me and tell me you love me, keep me warm whenever I get cold. Tender love and care, all the attention in the world, that’s what I need, tell me you’ll give it, say you swear!!! I am just a child and I want to be free, so please, let me?
By Peddie
November 2, 2009.
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