Street Kids Speech/Essay

A wall painted with drugs, A second with violence a third with abuse A fourth with my soul I close my eyes And I dream I hope for a better tomorrow I'm filled with life and light Don't let me wake up. It's all dark again Do I have the strength to go on? Good morning miss and fellow students. This is just a taste of what it is like on the streets. Today we …

…tears. Is that what our society has come to ? The problem of shenanigans has become so great that the majority turn away their heads in disgust and don’t want to deal with the problem. It paints a bleak picture. The convolution where only the tough and lucky survive. A position where fear is universal, where innocence becomes hardened. It has been a long walk for many, and there is a long way to go.