a letter to the president (part2)

Dear Mr. President
I hope you got the letter I sent...

A Dollar only goes so far and we need help here, no matter who we are.
See, we come from different worlds and different places until there’s one great land, one nation under God.
Times are getting harder and we need you to be like Moses and lead your people through.
Please be careful...be careful of what you do...what you do.

-Ella

a letter to the president (part1)

This song is for my mama.
This song is for you.

Hey Mr. President,
Tomorrow I’m paying my rent, my fuel is runnin’ low, and I’ve got places to go.
Quit slowin’ me down.

Can we talk about the education of our children? A book is worth more than a bomb any day. 
And remember a mirror to Africa, who will bring the cure before it’s too late. 
Don’t you see the hurt in their eyes? So much disappointment in many faces. Use your heart and not your pride.
We can’t go on and keep pretending.

Please Mr. President...
Where’s all the money you spent? Food is fallin low and they have nowhere to go.
Quit slowin me down.

(I asked the father to have mercy on us. You think we'd know the rules by now. We can’t go starting wars with hearts of hatred. Our nations greed won’t make it better or quiet the fears in our hearts.)


-Ella (through the words of Monae)

It was a sunny night.

I want the sun to shine all the time.

Is that too much to ask?