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)