If Children Were Given A Chance To Write To The President

Research was boring. That was a fact none of us could deny even if fronted with some bucks-- or we could always lie, right? Anyways, why waste my time when I could do some work of my own as I decided not to listen? I've always loved kids and having met some this week, I tried looking at the world in their point of view. Well, I was thinking of Pink's song "Dear Mr. President" at that moment, so I came up with these letters supposedly written by children 6-12 years old. ^^


Dear Mr. President,

                 I woke up today without breakfast, so I went down the river to pick up some stones and shells to boil. When the time comes that I go to school, will I still do this? I don't want to get late. Besides, won't I get hungry if I only have soup? Mama told me we'll never get the right nuti-- nutrisian. I don't even know what that is, will I ever? If it's so important, why don't we have it? Mr. President, what did you have for breakfast?


Dear Mr. President,

               I was cleaning a car window earlier. It surprised me when a hand came up and stroked my chest. I thought the man was just looking for something-- my cute button, I guess. He asked me if I want a new job and I excitedly said "Yes". Mr. President, now all I have to do is lie down the bed and let them touch me. I'm 8 and I 'm earning money! Mr. President, do I make your chest swell with pride?


Dear Mr. President,

           Last night I was roaming the streets for some spare change. Out of nowhere, a car sped up the road. I didn't really see what happened, all I remembered was waking up in the hospital and crying. I was paralyzed from the neck down. My mom was crying and I couldn't even move my fingers to wipe away her tears. I heard them talking about "euthanasia" or something. She said we have  no funds for food much less my hospitalization. Mr. President, how long do you wanna live? If you would ask me, I 'd like to live long enough to learn how to run from cars again.


Dear Mr. President,

             My teacher asked  the class to make a drawing of our perfect world. I drew mine with the big wings of my pet dove. Ms. Wenson said I was so smart to know that doves symbolize peace. It was all accidental, but I still said that the idea was all mine. I came  home feeling guilty because of what I did.I lied to my teacher and the whole class. Tomorrow, I'll say sorry and tell them the truth. I would never do it again, I promise! Mr. President, have you ever felt guilty before? I bet not, because I'm sure you don't lie. You're the president.


Dear Mr. President,


           My dad hit mom and there was blood and objects thrown around the house. I just sat there howling with tears.I've never wanted something to stop so bad in that moment. The word "money' was all over their argument. I even heard them say "economy". Who the heck is Economy? I want to kick his ass! He made Dad hit Mom! Mr. President, please don't let Economy hurt anyone again, especially my mom.



Soooooo yeaaahh. I'll think of some more! ^^