And as I look up in your face,

And as I look up in your face,
I see no smile, but the anger of loss.
Do we find fault in those who are emotional?
And as I stagger apon your clothes,
I see no style, but the rags that your
mother once bore.
Do we find fault with those who are poor?
And as I glaze upon your body,
I see no care, but the filth of a dirty child.
Do we find fault with those who arent taken care of?
And as I look apon your house,
I see no home, but a box with holes.
Do we find fault with those who cant call a home their home?
I look deeply in your eyes,
and I see your soul, the beauty beyond a smiles years.
I see a child who wants to be free, but who is locked up in
the world of unchange racism and hoplessness. A young spirit
who wills to fight for her rights.
A child that must live in a way we all fear!
Do we find fault with those who are different?

Look at the life you have. Look at the things you own.
There are people in the world that need things more than you do.
But you continue to want and never give. What will you do when you
can no longer recive because u have taken everything away?
Step aside from your life and live in the shoes of another.
Could you survive? We were never meant for technology, we were made for eachother. Learn to live free, not to live inside away from gods harmony.
You are stuck in the potters grasp, almost lost in time. To be free you must wish to want to live in a bold river of freedom, love and peace all in comunity. Do not want, but give. Do not hate, but love.