Alright,long story short.I'm a young white girl living in the middle of the ghetto.It's scary here and theres fighting constantly and I can hear it in my dreams.I've been stressed and haven't found a way to deal with it.Untill today.I met these little kids about 10 of them.All of them are black and around 2-11.None of them knew how to write,communicate well,or read.So I sat on the porch with them all and they gathered around me and I taught most of them how to write their name.I taught them how to draw the basic shapes and I listened when they talked.I ended up getting hugged and looked up to by them.I know they are going to be here every day but I don't care.My heart really goes out to these children.I think I can help them.None of them gets any attention from their parents.I hope they can grow up learning to rely on me and learn alot from me.I really want to help these children.
HipHopDanceRgirl Community Member 
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Sometimes i look in the mirror and ask myself a question.Do i like the person staring back?If I do,then thats all that matters.