I can understand that high classed people get everything, but they don't even deserve it a hard working person in my eyes would be a person that would give up everything for the sake of some else, work their pants off and feed them, make sure they have what they need to live and be sucessful, so far everyone i've ever met that were high classed were total snobs, loved how they laughed at the kids that where at a lower standard.
I know this kid, shes in a really low set and that discourages her to believe she can achieve good grades, her father passed away while she was young and unknown of the terrible world, she always believed that a blind man and a deaf man had the best life and if someone was nice and had the best life and made others happy and had their success their soul would have a feeling of loss when they die. Shes Muslim which i have no problems with, most of my homies are Muslim, and that feeling somehow is common when people loose things most important to them. People laughed at her when she fell of a wall and her face was left with a scab at the bottom of her face, she did her scarf wrong just so people wouldn't see, she cried in line when people laughed at her, i never talked to her through technology but this kid was really clever at wording things out and putting a sentence together and thats something i can never understand, some one so deserving at a lower standard?
My mom treats me like i'm someone with everything, but if you put me alone i'm just middle classed, i work after school because of job stats for experience, you need 13 jobs for experience before you get a real job thats worth your time here now, it's whats expected from people who want to hire you. Mom your everything i want to be, you told me my art sucks and i believed you and gave it up to become what you wanted me to become, you were strict but gentle, worried but tender, your words where almost unbearable and touched a heart that cried her eyes out thinking she wasn't perfect for you at least. I can spot your face, your big green eyes and blond hair from thousands of people, you were everything and my only definition for all my work and everything i achieved GCSE wise. You feared the loneliness, you were afraid when you shared the nights alone when dad was off at work, when everyone else got married and wanted out, you were afraid that jack was interested in joining the army and now being around, you think i like it? i hate being alone, guess i get it from you, maybe i'm worried that we never had a mother to daughter moment or maybe it's because you don't know the least bit about me.
Anyways if anyone donates for the fundraise in the east side of yorkshire that is going towards the army and towards people in the US that need help to keep their water running, the heating on and the power and gas on too, i will forever love you man, and red nose day just rules man and also BUY A POPPY! c: