Dear Mr. President....Here I am!

Here is my page I did for an online challenge over at mlpa message board. It was great and I just let myself play with rub ons and words. I am here to live out loud. I had a bummer sticker on my little ford ranger pickup truck in the 80's that read, " Your Silence will not Protect you" .
I loved that bummer sticker. I love living that way more. I learned along time ago, bottling your fears up inside hurt no one but myself. Now it is not to say I don't keep somethings to myself, because I am not sure most could handle what I have to say to them. In some instances it would hurt them and I don't want to do that. So I do make choices as to what part I live out loud and what part I just live, and some parts I am just loud about. ( ok if you followed that you are truly my friend!)
So again I have the words to one of my favorite songs by Pink. It plays on my IPOD regularly and I sing along every time. Not to be negative on this day we honor our Presidents, but to remind me that I am not alone in my thinking that I am important in this world , no matter what one man says. I am here to Live Out Loud!!
Dear Mr. President
Come take a walk with me
Let's pretend we're just two people and
You're not better than me
I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly
What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep
What do you feel when you look in the mirror
Are you proud
How do you sleep while the rest of us cry
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye
How do you walk with your head held high
Can you even look me in the eye
And tell me why
Dear Mr. President
Were you a lonely boy
Are you a lonely boy Are you a lonely boy
How can you say
No child is left behind
We're not dumb and we're not blind
They're all sitting in your cells
While you pay the road to hell
What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away
And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine
How do you sleep while the rest of us cry
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye
How do you walk with your head held high
Can you even look me in the eye
Let me tell you bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you bout hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
You don't know nothing bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
Oh How do you sleep at night
How do you walk with your head held high
Dear Mr. President
You'd never take a walk with me
Would you