Sorry, The Door of Opportunity is Closed (Sorry For The Kids)

By Joy Lynn Clark

October 17, 2014

Sorry For The Kids by Dazee Dizzle

I have had the issue of Age-ism on my mind for quite some time. On the other hand, I was not sure how to approach it.  For the past ten years I have been hearing about how this generation is going to be the first one to be less successful financially than their parents.  Now, I have a security issue.

 

All of my life I have been striving to be more successful.  I was raised to believe that I am supposed to provide myself with a life that I am accustomed to.  So far, I have failed.  At least I am educated.

 

On the flipside, I have watched House Hunters International and it struck a chord with me because I am seeing young people buy property in Central America on the beach.  Those beaches sure were beautiful and I would do it if I could.

 

On the other hand, I listen to the baby boomers talk about how they can’t stand those inexperienced young people on their job screwing things up.  Crappy interns and such.  Or how they just don’t have the time to train someone new.  I guess they are planning on keeping their jobs until they die.

 

I hear educators talk about, “these young parents” who can’t read.  Then they tell me I need more education.  I wonder if they know how much education costs nowadays.

 

Damn, I should have just bought some property on the coast in Central America.  My biggest issue was that I would have to pay for private school for my child.

 

There is social unrest in Central America.  Abuse and rape on the light side, murder and death on the more serious side.  Unaccompanied children are getting stopped by the border patrol in Texas.

 

I read a story that mentioned that a person from Honduras could get a temporary work visa from the U.S.  Hmmm.  I guess that’s why the children were coming.

 

I need to make more money.  The parents of those kids from Central America need jobs.  What do you do when it seems like the doors of opportunity and safety are closed?  So sorry for the kids.

 

Sorry For The Kids

 

She could never do right

Got enough out of life

I’m so sorry for her kid

Couldn’t keep a job

Got beat by her man

But that’s not

How a child should live

As I sit and judge

About how my life is better

Let me show her

Just what I mean

I’ll take her child

And raise him up

And then he’ll

Be something

 

But that something is me

Didn’t you see

That I am you’re first try

So if you feel that way

About me

Then you ain’t taking mine

 

Shopping at thrift stores

Her kid’s wearing old clothes

So sorry for her kid

In the food pantry

As  she tries to save a dollar

But that’s not

How a child should live

As I sit and judge

About how my life is better

Let me show her

Just what I mean

I’ll take her child

And raise him up

And then he’ll

Be something

 

 

But that something is me

Didn’t you see

That I am you’re first try

So if you feel that way

About me

Then you ain’t taking mine

 

Steady needing handouts

Always on that hard route

Think I need to help that child

Couldn’t get it right

After all these years

So the mother’s life

Ain’t worthwhile

 

But that something is me

Didn’t you see

That I am you’re first try

So if you feel that way

About me

Then you ain’t taking mine

 

She’s in a bad neighborhood

And the school’s not good

So sorry for her kid

Low-income

In the lunch program

But that’s not

How a child should live

As I sit and judge

About how my life is better

Let me show her

Just what I mean

I’ll take her child

And raise him up

And then he’ll

Be something

 

But that something is me

Didn’t you see

That I am you’re first try

So if you feel that way

About me

Then you ain’t taking mine

 

But that something is me

Didn’t you see

That I am you’re first try

So if you feel that way

About me

Then you ain’t taking mine