Somewhere in America there is a girl trapped in her mind writing stories on her wrists trying to escape from her reality

Somewhere in America there is a boy being called a ****** because he doesn’t have the money for those slick new Air Jordans

Somewhere in America this is a girl who can’t go to her hometown church without being ridiculed for bringing her girlfriend

Somewhere in America there is a boy being abused in school for his baggy dark circled eyes because he was up all night trying to keep his brother from committing suicide

Somewhere in America there are siblings being called goth for walking into school wearing all black because they just came from a funeral for their 2 year old sister who died from TB because they couldn’t provide the medication

Somewhere in America there is a student on a school bus, sitting alone, music blasting, because they’re too afraid to saying a single word to the wrong crowd

We see these people and we say “I’m lucky with what I have.” We put on a fake face to pretend that we don’t take advantage of the things that we do have.


But then we go home


We go home and we think we have it the worst, because poor old mommy can’t buy us the newest IPhone

Poor old mommy can’t buy us the newest Nike shoe

Poor old mommy is working 3 jobs on the weekends and 4 jobs during the week just to put food on the table for you

Poor old mommy is working 3 jobs on the weekends and 4 jobs during the week just to keep the air conditioning on for you

Because that’s all that matters to her:

You