Mom turns to the news. Mom doesn't watch or pay attention. I do watch I see the pictures feelings faces anger depression of people killed crying dragged away into police cars beatened hurt praying taken away un-willingly away. I hear the cries shots screams rage sobs why's what if's no, it cant be happening's and lots of prayers to God or the Lord. I feel the anger sadness depression rage curiousness wonderous sorrowful denying feelings behind the tragic words said. I see the life-less newscaster back on the screen Mom grabs the remote. And changes to Histeria as my sis wakes up. ~an 11-year-old 5-31-00
Reason for writing:
I am trully eleven years old and is tired of seeing how many deaths on the news everytime. Nothing really good happens like peace. I am tired and pissed that people still have things with your skin color or if you're "retarded". Violence exists all over the world. It leaves a life away. It makes us cry our hearts out. It makes us wonder about life. It makes us wondering, "Why did this have to happen?! WHY?!"
I leave you readers out there of my words:
peace is us.
violence is us.
we are us.
we are our indivuals.
we are our own selves.
we are different.
we all are.
face it.
It's the human race.
PEACE
Birth sign: Virgo
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