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Dear Mr. Government
Cane Garden Bay, BVI
How dare you sit down and tell me that i can be all that i can be. Telling me life islike a beacon of light, a beam. Filling my head with all sorts of aspirations and dreams.
Little did I know that all this, was just a plot to your schemes. You see you said your speeches.
Gave artificial hand shakes when you reached us. Persuaded us into giving you our x's and said you'd be here for all generation and sexes. Even all races.
But how can you when you don't even know our names Mr. Government.
Not even the features in our faces. How can you when u seldom bring down yournose. I mean, do you even know what kind clothes i want buy for my kid.
What brand of clothes.
It might seem stupid to you but even if its just one day out of the year. I wouldlove to see my child look fly.
Do you even know that for christmas he wants a red bike.
Do you have any slight idea of how I'm going to tell him that the money for his clothes went towards paying the lights and if he wants to eat.
He should forget about the bike.
Do you have any ideas Mr. Government, because i don't. Do you even know whatgoes on in your own home with residents of approximately 25-35,000 people.
Do you even know about your children's education. Do you even care about their future. You say that they have no love for their country but, how can they when they were taught their history.
Instead we were forced to learn about Arawaks and Caribs. FreakingChristopher Columbus, so until we get to college. People like H.L. Lavity Stoutt and Noel Lloyd are a mystery.
And you wonder why so much of us are living in misery. But its ok though.
Little Susy is doing awesome, awesome indeed. I mean she didn't get to bloom intothat flower but at least blossoming with that weed.
Tommy is doing ok too, thanks for asking. He's great with them numbers, pitch that rock through the squares.
Heats up even in summer times, he be basking. Sarcasm's a mother ain't it. Sopardon us if we're pissed off and feeling distant.
So you can keep you stinking dried apologies, who cares if your degree's in anthropology.
We want you to listen to our problems and actually hear.
Stop politricking Mr. Government and actually care, because if you don't.
There will be a lot chaos everywhere.
Sincerely yours, The Voices of the Lost Ones.Oh and p.s, We'll be watching
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