A poem for the young turks and old folks facing the world with boldness and never-ending thirst for their purpose. Inspired by Alex.

I wrote a piece or rather this piece is dedicated to every little kid,Soul out there suffering from crisis and other natural disaster.. And that's being affected by the ignorance of our greedy leaders This piece came out of the blues... Other words kept coming but I just shut them out...but when this came I couldn't help it. We want change not chains We cry out just to be heard We want to be happy just like you We never asked for this.. Every day little kids are being orphaned...some barely survive while some die due to hunger and other causes..

So what if you're a Montenegro, huh? That doesn't mean you shouldn't set your ego aside and apologize when you're wrong! Your ego can make you lose everyone you love -" "I SAID THAT'S ENOUGH!!!" He yelled loudly causing me to flinch in fright. "Leave" he said quietly. I probably hit a nerve, but I was telling him the truth. The way he yelled at me hurt me so bad but I did a pretty good job hiding it. Realizing that I haven't met Damon's mother, I decided to ask. I wanted to talk to her before leaving. "Take me to your mom, then I'll leave" I said ever so quietly. "You can visit the graveyard around town, you'll find her there" he said coldly and I took a minute trying to understand what he was saying. "Love is blind and love can be foolish. Our heart doesn't always love the right people at the right time. Sometimes we hurt the ones that love us the most and sometimes we love the ones that don't deserve our love at all." "It hurts if someone tells you they don't want you, but it hurts more if they don't tell you." Read the book to find out.