Dear Mr. President...

With everything going on in the political climate right now it really struck me hard to hear this song the other day on the L-word. and to think about what i would like to tell my president if he would take a walk with me. I would like to tell him what its like to try to support yourself on minimum wage with a disability, what its like to live check to check 6 people crammed in a tiny trailer to make sure that my brother and sister are provided for and that there is always someone to watch my brother cause we cant afford to pay for childcare for a child with special needs. Tell him about how my parents jobs are always at risk cause they work in fields supported by human services federal and state funding, how his bombs and his war put my family at risk of losing everything. I want to tell him what its like to be married, with out any protection or benefits, what its like to e discriminated against for being in love. and i'll tell him what it was like for stinky to be 6 with his dad far away in iraq. what its like to watch a child grow up with out his father. and thats just the tip.

I have so much respect for Pink for putting this song out there. Its wonderful to see a mainstream artist putting out such a contreversial piece.

Let me pose this question... what would you tell our president...

"Dear Mr. President"

Dear Mr. President,

Come take a walk with me.

Let's pretend we're just two people and

You're not better than me.

I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly.

What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?

Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?

What do you feel when you look in the mirror?

Are you proud?

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?

How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?

How do you walk with your head held high?

Can you even look me in the

tell me why?

Dear Mr. President,

Were you a lonely boy?

Are you a lonely boy?

Are you a lonely boy?

How can you say No child is left behind?

We're not dumb and we're not blind.

They're all sitting in your cells

While you pave the road to hell.

What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away?

And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay?

I can only imagine what the first lady has to say

You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine.

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?

How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?

How do you walk with your head held high?

Can you even look me in the eye?

Let me tell you 'bout hard work

Minimum wage with a baby on the way

Let me tell you 'bout hard work

Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away

Let me tell you 'bout hard work

Building a bed out of a cardboard box

Let me tell you 'bout hard work

Hard work

Hard work

You don't know nothing 'bout hard work

Hard work

Hard work

Oh How do you sleep at night?

How do you walk with your head held high?

Dear Mr. President,

You'd never take a walk with me.

Would you?

Oh! and happy easter... hope the bunny was good to you... or your at least getting some deviled eggs and egg salad out of the whole deal!