and i cry . . .

and I cry. not for myself, but for the children and the hurt this world will try to impose on them. and I cry. not for myself but for our lost youth who are disenfranchised with hearts full of dread and anxiety. and I cry. not for myself but for the drug addicts decisions to choose elevation over family obligation. and I cry. not for myself but for the single parent homes where there is never enough of the neccesities and "just getting by" is an accomplishment. and I cry. not for myself but for the inmates who are herded like cattle and given no alternative for their violent, ignorant lifestyles. and I cry. for myself b/c I feel the weight of single parents, criminals, drug addicts, children, & gang members on my shoulders. I cry b/c it hurts to see my people failing so incredibly. I cry b/c the harsh relaities of the world are thrust in my face daily. I cry b/c I get punished for sympathizing with my people's plight. I cry b/c I don't even know where to start to fix it.