not exactly but i'm feeling quite depressed. last night, a 16 year old female friend of mine told me about how she has started having sex and has taken up smoking weed and getting drunk. age 16 so she lasted somewhat long before getting into that **** but she's still a little girl... or was...
i can't talk to her anymore. the little long-haired girl with the slight puerto rican accent who lived across the street from me who never wore a bookbag to school because she had her strange little rebellion against the idea of 'home'-work... who wrote me a letter when she was at camp and wrote it in ebonics, which i never did get around to getting on her for that... who would play basketball in the rain cause it was the only time she actually could play because no one else was out taking the courts and i would help her go from hurling the ball awkwardly to... well the same **** but still... but now... thats all gone... my little home girl's dead... i have failed for my sister.
why? god damn... all so some little boy could get his **** wet?! all her aunts had bastards by the time they was 18 so you'd think something would stop her!
i'm tired of this... i'm tired of girls getting pregnant left and right... i'm tired of 12 year old boys standing on the corner smoking blunts... i'm tired of the drug house behind my bus stop that the police are too stupid to figure out is a drug house... i'm tired of crack addicts asking for change... i'm tired of knowing i can't go anywhere without a weapon... i'm tired of these broken homes...
and i'm tired of failing... i know why i am on this earth... i know what God's mission for me is but i am failing at every turn. i beg him for the strength or power or whatever it takes for me to bring my battered brothers and sisters onto the righteous path but he seems to have forsaken me. i dont know why i'm posting this here... i want you to read this and please put down that blunt... put down that can of beer... throw away your condems and vow abstinence til you are married... please... i want peace in these streets.
please?
i can't talk to her anymore. the little long-haired girl with the slight puerto rican accent who lived across the street from me who never wore a bookbag to school because she had her strange little rebellion against the idea of 'home'-work... who wrote me a letter when she was at camp and wrote it in ebonics, which i never did get around to getting on her for that... who would play basketball in the rain cause it was the only time she actually could play because no one else was out taking the courts and i would help her go from hurling the ball awkwardly to... well the same **** but still... but now... thats all gone... my little home girl's dead... i have failed for my sister.
why? god damn... all so some little boy could get his **** wet?! all her aunts had bastards by the time they was 18 so you'd think something would stop her!
i'm tired of this... i'm tired of girls getting pregnant left and right... i'm tired of 12 year old boys standing on the corner smoking blunts... i'm tired of the drug house behind my bus stop that the police are too stupid to figure out is a drug house... i'm tired of crack addicts asking for change... i'm tired of knowing i can't go anywhere without a weapon... i'm tired of these broken homes...
and i'm tired of failing... i know why i am on this earth... i know what God's mission for me is but i am failing at every turn. i beg him for the strength or power or whatever it takes for me to bring my battered brothers and sisters onto the righteous path but he seems to have forsaken me. i dont know why i'm posting this here... i want you to read this and please put down that blunt... put down that can of beer... throw away your condems and vow abstinence til you are married... please... i want peace in these streets.
please?
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