To the teenagers who feel it’s easier to pick up a gun than pick up a pen because there is no way you can protect your family from this madness from behind a desk. There should be no reason for you to feel like that. As if your backs against the wall and there’s only one decision, but this is the reality that you live in. Either go to school or go to jail, live off scraps or feed yourself, make the money to help your mom because leaving her behind just feels so wrong. You see her struggle and always manage, to get out of her hell with so little damage, but you realize how much she’s given up for you, to make sure you had clothes, food, and a roof. Things that mean so little to those who don’t have to struggle to survive. So you vow to never leave her side.
To the grown folks who always say I want more for my children than I ever wanted for me. You want them to get out of this and survive. No parent should ever feel like every day is a miracle for their kid to be alive not because they are suffering from a serious illness but because of the fact they can’t change what their skin is.