Dear Mr. Obama,
I would like to say congratulations on you presidential status. It must feel good. Being President is big responsibility and you have a lot of work to do. You should first start with the economy, education and the war on terror.
As you know going into presidency, the United States' economy is beyond terrible. People are saying that it mirrors the Great Depression. Many people are out of work and many can't afford food, clothes or shelter. I personally know people who have lost their jobs because of budget cuts and lay-offs. Tose people have been turned down minimum wage jobs. How are they suppose to eat and support themselves? How is the next generation going to survive?
Speaking of the next generation, education has a huge impact on our future. Sarting in grade school, you should put more emphasis on the english department. Many kids go through school without the basic reading skills, which is really terrible. You should also emphasize the learning of a second language. It will be really helpful in the diversified of the U.S. In the transition from highschool to college, you should try and make financial aid easier for the one who want to go to college but really can't afford it.
In my opinion, the war on terror is the most important issue to focus on at the moment. Why? So the U.S. can feel safe again. It will also decrease the amount of racism in the world. As you continue the the war on terrorism, please don't forget about the unnessary deaths in Iraq. There are other ways then violence.
The U.S. really needs some help. And as the 44th president of the U.S., you are the one to help us. First things first, the economy needs to be turned around. Then, education and the war on terror come next. As you might know, everything affects everything else. Once the ball gets rolling in the right direction, it's going to be hard to stop it.
You know what you need to do.
Sincerely,
Valerie Washington
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Sunday, December 7, 2008
A Piece of Peace
Peace.
is like a piece of pie;
scrumptious.
I bet you it's apple.. =)
peace.
is like a piece of a puzzle
small, but a necessity.
peace.
is like the piece of paper in your
pocket that you forget about,
but puts a smile on your face when you see it.
peace.
a piece of the message
that you need for it to make sense.
It's the hair piece that makes
the bald man easier to look at.
It's the bottom of the pyramid.
peace.
without this one piece,
the world as we know it
would tumble and fall.
chaos would erupt.
and the piece,
of the pie,
would be ruined.
Peace.
the piece that makes sense.
is like a piece of pie;
scrumptious.
I bet you it's apple.. =)
peace.
is like a piece of a puzzle
small, but a necessity.
peace.
is like the piece of paper in your
pocket that you forget about,
but puts a smile on your face when you see it.
peace.
a piece of the message
that you need for it to make sense.
It's the hair piece that makes
the bald man easier to look at.
It's the bottom of the pyramid.
peace.
without this one piece,
the world as we know it
would tumble and fall.
chaos would erupt.
and the piece,
of the pie,
would be ruined.
Peace.
the piece that makes sense.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
A Piece of Peace (2)
Peace.
is like a piece of pie.
scrumptious.
I bet you it's apple.. =)
peace.
is like a piece of a puzzle
small, but a necessity.
peace.
is like the piece of paper in your
pocket that you forget about,
but puts a smile on your face when you see it.
peace.
a piece of the message
that you need for it to make sense.
It's the hair piece that makes
the bald man easier to look at.
It's the bottom of the pyramid.
peace.
without this one piece,
the world as we know it
would tumble and fall.
chaos would erupt.
and the piece,
of the pie,
would be ruined.
is like a piece of pie.
scrumptious.
I bet you it's apple.. =)
peace.
is like a piece of a puzzle
small, but a necessity.
peace.
is like the piece of paper in your
pocket that you forget about,
but puts a smile on your face when you see it.
peace.
a piece of the message
that you need for it to make sense.
It's the hair piece that makes
the bald man easier to look at.
It's the bottom of the pyramid.
peace.
without this one piece,
the world as we know it
would tumble and fall.
chaos would erupt.
and the piece,
of the pie,
would be ruined.
Sunday, November 23, 2008
A Piece About Peace
Peace.
a large piece of the puzzle
of life
of love
of the world.
Without it,
chaos will erupt.
With it,
inspirations and dreams will come true.
Will you be a piece of the puzzle?
the peace that is so needed?
Peace.
a way of life.
protest signs.
two fingers.
lives told; lives saved.
fought for.
necessary.
a beautiful thing.
Darfur, Rwanda, the Middle East:
in deep need of peace.
people die without it.
peace will save us all.
a large piece of the puzzle
of life
of love
of the world.
Without it,
chaos will erupt.
With it,
inspirations and dreams will come true.
Will you be a piece of the puzzle?
the peace that is so needed?
Peace.
a way of life.
protest signs.
two fingers.
lives told; lives saved.
fought for.
necessary.
a beautiful thing.
Darfur, Rwanda, the Middle East:
in deep need of peace.
people die without it.
peace will save us all.
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Her Lifetime Story[Final draft]
Kalyani’s hands were bloody from banging on the brick wall that kept her contained from the outside world. It was a wasted effort trying to escape, and she somehow knew it, but she tried anyway.She put her back against the cold brick wall and sank down to her knees.Tears began to fall from her eyes.“At least he didn’t leave me outside,” she told herself.
Her husband did it again. It was now like a routine, but it came as a surprise to Kalyani every time it happened.
He used her. He took advantage of her ignorance. After he was done, he threw her in the basement. When he knew that she was done screaming and banging, his girlfriends trespassed on her used-to-be perfect life.
There were no windows; no light, no door; no way out, except from the locked door that she came in from.
She looked at her bloody hands in despair. There was a light ring around her ring finger where her wedding band used to be. She missed her ring. She really did. One day, she laid it down when she took a shower. When she came back, it was gone.
Her husband had taken it. He gave it away to one of his lady friends. Just like her diamond tennis bracelet, her golden earrings and the necklace that her mother gave her.
No one knew about the double life Kalyani lived. No one knew about her secret life in the small brick room.
When she went to work, no one seemed to notice or care about the bruises on her face, hands and legs. She had no friends. It was just her and Richard. She doesn’t know why she comes home to him every night; or why she stays.
“It’s my fault,” she told herself. “He has gotten tired of me and now I’m just like those wives on Lifetime.My life is a Lifetime movie.”
She encountered this thought every night before she went to sleep; beside her husband and while she was in the basement. She never knew when her husband would wake up but she wouldn’t.
*****
Kalyani was awakened by the sound of the basement door creaking open. A stream of bright light escaped from the room beyond the door. It exposed the profile of handsome but ugly husband.
“Honey,” he called to her. “Honey, are you ready to come back to the real world?I brought you your favorite: Grilled chicken, Indian style.”She smiled. He had thought about her. He brought her some food. She was so happy to see him.
“No,” she told herself, “not again.”
She pulled back mentally. “I can’t, not again.”
But there she was, yet again.
She couldn’t believe it, but then again she could; she just didn’t want to.
She weighed the options in her head: Stay with him, and be taken cared of with a few beatings; or leave and be gone with no money and no where to go.
It took her just a few seconds to make up her mind.
She forgot all about the beatings, the bruises and the twelve hours she just spent on the cold, uneven, unfinished floor.
She got up slowly due to the discomfort in her legs. She walked to the stairs and began her twelve step journey back to her real life.
When she got to the top, she could smell the sweet scent of women’s perfume which wasn’t hers. He smiled at her and reached for her to pull her closer for a quick hug.
She embraced it with fake warmth and a fake smile.“Did you have a good time last night?” she asked, not really wanting to know the answer.“Hmmm,” he replied. “I missed you.”Good answer, she thought. He loves me.
Her husband did it again. It was now like a routine, but it came as a surprise to Kalyani every time it happened.
He used her. He took advantage of her ignorance. After he was done, he threw her in the basement. When he knew that she was done screaming and banging, his girlfriends trespassed on her used-to-be perfect life.
There were no windows; no light, no door; no way out, except from the locked door that she came in from.
She looked at her bloody hands in despair. There was a light ring around her ring finger where her wedding band used to be. She missed her ring. She really did. One day, she laid it down when she took a shower. When she came back, it was gone.
Her husband had taken it. He gave it away to one of his lady friends. Just like her diamond tennis bracelet, her golden earrings and the necklace that her mother gave her.
No one knew about the double life Kalyani lived. No one knew about her secret life in the small brick room.
When she went to work, no one seemed to notice or care about the bruises on her face, hands and legs. She had no friends. It was just her and Richard. She doesn’t know why she comes home to him every night; or why she stays.
“It’s my fault,” she told herself. “He has gotten tired of me and now I’m just like those wives on Lifetime.My life is a Lifetime movie.”
She encountered this thought every night before she went to sleep; beside her husband and while she was in the basement. She never knew when her husband would wake up but she wouldn’t.
*****
Kalyani was awakened by the sound of the basement door creaking open. A stream of bright light escaped from the room beyond the door. It exposed the profile of handsome but ugly husband.
“Honey,” he called to her. “Honey, are you ready to come back to the real world?I brought you your favorite: Grilled chicken, Indian style.”She smiled. He had thought about her. He brought her some food. She was so happy to see him.
“No,” she told herself, “not again.”
She pulled back mentally. “I can’t, not again.”
But there she was, yet again.
She couldn’t believe it, but then again she could; she just didn’t want to.
She weighed the options in her head: Stay with him, and be taken cared of with a few beatings; or leave and be gone with no money and no where to go.
It took her just a few seconds to make up her mind.
She forgot all about the beatings, the bruises and the twelve hours she just spent on the cold, uneven, unfinished floor.
She got up slowly due to the discomfort in her legs. She walked to the stairs and began her twelve step journey back to her real life.
When she got to the top, she could smell the sweet scent of women’s perfume which wasn’t hers. He smiled at her and reached for her to pull her closer for a quick hug.
She embraced it with fake warmth and a fake smile.“Did you have a good time last night?” she asked, not really wanting to know the answer.“Hmmm,” he replied. “I missed you.”Good answer, she thought. He loves me.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Her Lifetime Story [second draft]
Kalyani’s hands were bloody from banging on the brick wall that kept her contained from the outside world. It was a wasted effort trying to escape, and she somehow knew it, but she tried anyway.
She put her back against the cold brick wall and sank down to her knees.
Tears began to fall from her eyes.
“At least he didn’t leave me outside,” she told herself.
Her husband did it again. It was now like a routine, but it came as a surprise to Kalyani every time it happened.
He used her. He took advantage of her ignorance. After he was done, he threw her in the basement. When he knew that she was done screaming and banging, his girlfriends trespassed on her used-to-be perfect life.
There were no windows; no light, no door; no way out, except from the locked door that she came in from.
She looked at her bloody hands in despair. There was a light ring around her ring finger where her wedding band used to be. She missed her ring. She really did. One day, she laid it down when she took a shower. When she came back, it was gone.
Her husband had taken it. He gave it away to one of his lady friends. Just like her diamond tennis bracelet, her golden earrings and the necklace that her mother gave her.
No one knew about the double life Kalyani lived. No one knew about her secret life in the small brick room.
When she went to work, no one seemed to notice or care about the bruises on her face, hands and legs. She had no friends. It was just her and Richard. She doesn’t know why she comes home to him every night; or why she stays.
“It’s my fault,” she told herself. “He has gotten tired of me and now I’m just like those wives on Lifetime.
My life is a Lifetime movie.”
She encountered this thought every night before she went to sleep; beside her husband and while she was in the basement. She never knew when her husband would wake up but she wouldn’t.
*****
Kalyani was awakened by the sound of the basement door creaking open. A stream of bright light escaped from the room beyond the door. It exposed the profile of handsome but ugly husband.
“Honey,” he called to her. “Honey, are you ready to come back to the real world?
I brought you your favorite: Grilled chicken, Indian style.”
She smiled. He had thought about her. He brought her some food. She was so happy to see him. She forgot all about the beatings, the bruises and the twelve hours she just spent on the cold, uneven, unfinished floor.
She got up slowly due to the discomfort in her legs. She walked to the stairs and began her twelve step journey back to her real life.
When she got to the top, she could smell the sweet scent of women’s perfume which wasn’t hers. He smiled at her and reached for her to pull her closer for a quick hug.
She embraced it with fake warmth and a fake smile.
“Did you have a good time last night?” she asked, not really wanting to know the answer.
“Hmmm,” he replied. “I missed you.”
Good answer, she thought. He loves me.
She put her back against the cold brick wall and sank down to her knees.
Tears began to fall from her eyes.
“At least he didn’t leave me outside,” she told herself.
Her husband did it again. It was now like a routine, but it came as a surprise to Kalyani every time it happened.
He used her. He took advantage of her ignorance. After he was done, he threw her in the basement. When he knew that she was done screaming and banging, his girlfriends trespassed on her used-to-be perfect life.
There were no windows; no light, no door; no way out, except from the locked door that she came in from.
She looked at her bloody hands in despair. There was a light ring around her ring finger where her wedding band used to be. She missed her ring. She really did. One day, she laid it down when she took a shower. When she came back, it was gone.
Her husband had taken it. He gave it away to one of his lady friends. Just like her diamond tennis bracelet, her golden earrings and the necklace that her mother gave her.
No one knew about the double life Kalyani lived. No one knew about her secret life in the small brick room.
When she went to work, no one seemed to notice or care about the bruises on her face, hands and legs. She had no friends. It was just her and Richard. She doesn’t know why she comes home to him every night; or why she stays.
“It’s my fault,” she told herself. “He has gotten tired of me and now I’m just like those wives on Lifetime.
My life is a Lifetime movie.”
She encountered this thought every night before she went to sleep; beside her husband and while she was in the basement. She never knew when her husband would wake up but she wouldn’t.
*****
Kalyani was awakened by the sound of the basement door creaking open. A stream of bright light escaped from the room beyond the door. It exposed the profile of handsome but ugly husband.
“Honey,” he called to her. “Honey, are you ready to come back to the real world?
I brought you your favorite: Grilled chicken, Indian style.”
She smiled. He had thought about her. He brought her some food. She was so happy to see him. She forgot all about the beatings, the bruises and the twelve hours she just spent on the cold, uneven, unfinished floor.
She got up slowly due to the discomfort in her legs. She walked to the stairs and began her twelve step journey back to her real life.
When she got to the top, she could smell the sweet scent of women’s perfume which wasn’t hers. He smiled at her and reached for her to pull her closer for a quick hug.
She embraced it with fake warmth and a fake smile.
“Did you have a good time last night?” she asked, not really wanting to know the answer.
“Hmmm,” he replied. “I missed you.”
Good answer, she thought. He loves me.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Her Lifetime story
Kalyani’s hands were bloody from banging on the brick wall that kept he contained from the outside world. It was a wasted effort trying to escape, and she somehow knew it, but she tried anyway,
She put her back against the cold brick wall and sank down to her knees.
Tears began to fall from her eyes.
“At least he didn’t leave me outside,” she told herself.
Her husband did it again. It was now like a routine, but it came as a surprise to Kalyani every time it happened.
He used her. He took advantage of her ignorance. After he was done, he threw her in the basement. When he knew that she was done screaming and banging, his girlfriends trespassed on her used-to-be perfect life.
There were no windows; no light, no door; no way out, except from the door that she came in from, that was locked.
She looked at her bloody hands in despair. There was a light ring around her ring finger where her wedding band used to be. She missed her ring. She really did. She laid it down when she took a shower. When she came back, it was gone.
Her husband had taken it. He gave it away to one of his lady friends. Just like her diamond tennis bracelet, her golden earrings and the necklace that her mother gave her.
No one knew about Kalyani’s secret life in the small brick room. No one seemed to notice or care about the bruises on her face, hands and legs. She had no friends. It was just her and Richard.
“It’s my fault,” she told herself. “He has gotten tired of me and now I’m just like those wives on Lifetime.
My life is a Lifetime movie.”
She encountered this thought every night before she went to sleep. She never knew when her husband would wake up but she wouldn’t.
Kalyani was awakened by the sound of the basement door creaking open. A stream of bright light escaped from the room beyond the door. It exposed the profile of handsome but ugly husband.
“Honey,” he called to her. “Honey, are you ready to come back to the real world?
I brought you your favorite; Grilled chicken, Indian style.”
She smiled. He had thought about her, and brought her some food. She was so happy to see him. She forgot all about the beatings, the bruises and the twelve hours she just spent on the cold, uneven, unfinished floor.
She got up slowly due to the discomfort in her legs. She walked to the stairs and began her twelve step journey back to her real life.
When she got to the top, she could smell the sweet scent of women’s perfume which wasn’t hers. He smiled at her and reached for her to pull her closer for a quick hug.
She embraced it with fake warmth and a fake smile.
“Did you have a good time last night?” she asked, not really wanting to know the answer.
“Hmmm,” he replied. “I missed you.”
Good answer, she thought. He loves me.
She put her back against the cold brick wall and sank down to her knees.
Tears began to fall from her eyes.
“At least he didn’t leave me outside,” she told herself.
Her husband did it again. It was now like a routine, but it came as a surprise to Kalyani every time it happened.
He used her. He took advantage of her ignorance. After he was done, he threw her in the basement. When he knew that she was done screaming and banging, his girlfriends trespassed on her used-to-be perfect life.
There were no windows; no light, no door; no way out, except from the door that she came in from, that was locked.
She looked at her bloody hands in despair. There was a light ring around her ring finger where her wedding band used to be. She missed her ring. She really did. She laid it down when she took a shower. When she came back, it was gone.
Her husband had taken it. He gave it away to one of his lady friends. Just like her diamond tennis bracelet, her golden earrings and the necklace that her mother gave her.
No one knew about Kalyani’s secret life in the small brick room. No one seemed to notice or care about the bruises on her face, hands and legs. She had no friends. It was just her and Richard.
“It’s my fault,” she told herself. “He has gotten tired of me and now I’m just like those wives on Lifetime.
My life is a Lifetime movie.”
She encountered this thought every night before she went to sleep. She never knew when her husband would wake up but she wouldn’t.
Kalyani was awakened by the sound of the basement door creaking open. A stream of bright light escaped from the room beyond the door. It exposed the profile of handsome but ugly husband.
“Honey,” he called to her. “Honey, are you ready to come back to the real world?
I brought you your favorite; Grilled chicken, Indian style.”
She smiled. He had thought about her, and brought her some food. She was so happy to see him. She forgot all about the beatings, the bruises and the twelve hours she just spent on the cold, uneven, unfinished floor.
She got up slowly due to the discomfort in her legs. She walked to the stairs and began her twelve step journey back to her real life.
When she got to the top, she could smell the sweet scent of women’s perfume which wasn’t hers. He smiled at her and reached for her to pull her closer for a quick hug.
She embraced it with fake warmth and a fake smile.
“Did you have a good time last night?” she asked, not really wanting to know the answer.
“Hmmm,” he replied. “I missed you.”
Good answer, she thought. He loves me.
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