Control Our Future

I sit here contemplating on the end of tomorrow,
As if a poet hypnotized by her own life's sorrow;
Studying my face and the meaning of my importance:
Because my race has been forgotten much too often!
Parental abuse and verbal whiplashes;
As the future of this world gradually passes
Love and affection take the form of fists and neglect;
This life has been given a birth defect!
Respect received by the cocking back of hands;
A child seeks through life someone who understands!
Kicks and belts for what once stood hugs;
Cartoons replaced by witchcraft and drugs.
Alcohol praised like a celestial prayer;
Reflections of liquor shown through aggressive behavior.
In turn, this is reacted by adolescents,
But the future of tomorrow depends on how we treat our present.
-Amanda Cassidy
March 15, 2002

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