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
