jackie compton

Dear sweet innocent child of mine.

I am writing you this letter from heaven.
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Life is a Marathon.
That you only get to enter once.
A contest of endurance.
Ran by both the weak and the strong.
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One night while in a blissful sleep.
I dreamed I took a walk with Death.
Down the road of life we did walk.
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Welcome to the city limit of poverty.
A city without a soul.
Located in a land without a conscious.
It's motto reads.
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.There are so any reason to hate America.
I cannot count them all.
You can hate America because.
There is no King or Queen to bow down too.
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I have a dream too.
Yes you were right Dr. King there is no doubt in this kingdom.
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Old Man sitting under a tree.
Old man just sitting there.
Old man just looking at me.
Old man what is that you see
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In the middle of time and space.
There exist a stain glass window of reality.
Man looks through a large window.
Only to see a small world.
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Mirror, mirror hanging on the wall.
Am I big, or am I small?
Speak to me for once, and tell what you see.
I fill like I am a complete work.
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How can this be?
From sea to shining sea.
Across the fields of amber waves of grain.
We as a people is still not free.
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The greatest adventure starts with the smallest dream.
Dreams are the birth place of all adventures big and small.

Dreams are the vehicle that transport us through time and space.
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I have reserved a very special place in my heart.
Just for you.
There is a bench for you to sit and rest.
It is shaded by the tree of love.
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Even in the darkness of a dream.
The mind can still see.
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Once a old man was asked by a child.
Why should an education matter to me?
Tell me what is the definition of an education.
Why is it so important?
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It is the code of the warrior that demands more from himself
than others.
Whether he preforms in front of five, five hundred, or five thousand.
A warrior's code always call for him to give his all.
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I sit and I wonder.
Why me?
Is it because my skin is dark?
Is because my eyes are not blue as the sky above?
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Denial is a run that runs through every ones mind.
Down the mountain of reasoning.
It snakes it's way through the amber waves of reality.
Around the valley of common sense.
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Can anyone here tell me how far is heaven.
Is it over yonder.
Or is it over there.
Are there any sign pointing in it direction.
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You can spend all you time looking.
You can spend all your time searching.
For that one of a kind gift that say it all.
But never find it in a gift shop.
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When Death come knocking.
Knock, knock, knock on my door.
Who is it I think.
Who can it be I wonder.
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