Saturday, December 22, 2012

End of the year resolution

I officially suck at blogging. Ever since the school year started, I've posted once. But now that I'm on winter break, and will be half on winter break until the end of January, I'm going to make it a personal goal to blog at least once a week. It shouldn't be that hard, right? That's what I'm going to tell myself.

Sunday, December 2, 2012

Decisions, decisions

After reading my friend Taylor's post When I Grow Up I realized that much of what she said describes me. I've spent quite a bit of the past few months wishing that I was done with high school, wishing that I was 18, wishing that I was already in college. When my friends who were seniors last year left for college, I remember being so jealous. I don't know why I'm so eager to grow up. Maybe it's because I want to be able to live by my own rules. Maybe it's because I can't go to a lot of concerts that I would like to because they are 18 plus. Maybe it's just because I want a change. I don't know.

Last month I was accepted to both the U of M and Madison. Ever since I got these two acceptance letters my mind has been racing back and forth, processing the pros and cons of each, imagining myself walking down either University Avenue or State Street. I'm more familiar with the U of M because I take classes there, but I also love Madison. It's the classic Gophers vs Badgers battle. 

This is one of the toughest decisions of my life. I'm still trying to figure out who I am, yet I'm being forced to make a decision that could potentially impact the way the rest of my life is going to pan out. Like Taylor said, "In high school, few will figure out who they are, some will think they figure out who they are, but most will have no idea the entire time." I'm one of those people who changes their mind once every other day. It's really quite troublesome. 

I've also been wondering what it is that I want to be doing in the future. I thought I had this all figured out. I would go to college, study chemistry, and go on to med school. Recently, I've been second guessing this path. People have been telling me that getting a bare chemistry degree will make it difficult to find jobs if I don't go on to med school--they're probably right. I could go into chemical engineering, and I actually have been thinking about it quite a bit recently, but to be honest, that's not something that I feel passionate about. And I won't allow myself to spend my life doing something that I don't enjoy. Right now, I know two things for sure: 1. I want to be able to find a job at the Children's Hospital when I grow up. 2. I want to be happy.

I guess we'll see what happens. 

Monday, August 13, 2012

Listen to this

I need to give props to Cities 97 for introducing me to this amazing song. Love it.

Anna Sun---Walk the Moon

Sunday, August 12, 2012

Fly by

In the blink of an eye, summer time passed by. It seems like just yesterday that I was drinking iced coffee and walking the streets of downtown wayzata with one of my best friends enjoying the first evening of summer. The time has gone by too quickly.

Like I mentioned in a previous post, this summer has been both the shittiest and the best of my life. I I think the good outweigh the bad though, which is what's most important. To quote something I saw on pinterest, "The only thing that makes it a part of your life is that you keep thinking about it." So true. I need to focus on the good things.

This summer, I basically took on a Woohoo I'm almost done with high school perspective. I didn't really do anything productive for school or college, but I did have an amazing couple months spending time with friends and family. Which I am now regretting somewhat because I could have put a little more effort into college research...but oh well. What's done is done. College stuff will get done eventually. I'll look back in ten years and smile about the unforgettable memories I've made. 

In the past week alone I've gone thrifting around Minneapolis (I bought a pair of sevens shorts for five dollars. If that isn't the biggest steal you've seen, I don't know what is), I saw the Dirtyheads and Tristan Prettyman, I went to Perkins at 1:30 in the morning, I've gone to see Coldplay (concert of the year--still speechless), and I went ziplining and accomplished a high ropes course. Wow, run-on sentence much? Use your rhetorical skills and figure out why I did that. Guys, I was dangling 120 feet from the ground. On top of that, more than once I laughed until tears were streaming down my face. One of the best weeks of my life. 

Coldplay. They came into the audience and the spot they chose just happened to be right where we were sitting. Lucky us! 

I'll enjoy the last couple weeks of summer. Before I know it I'll once again be packing my bag with notebooks and pencils instead of sunscreen and a swimsuit. 

Friday, August 10, 2012

Life with friends


"Friends pick us up when we fall down, and if they can't pick us up, they lie down and listen for a while." 

You know you have true friends and have struck gold when you can call them up anytime of the day to talk, when you receive a text message of an asian bunny, and when you laugh until you cry while eating nachos at Maynard's. I honestly do not know what I'd do without my friends. They are better than boys. The ones that have stuck with me through thick and thin have kept me both happy and sane.

This summer has been both the shittiest and the best of my life. While other things have made me stressed or made me cry, they were always there to pick me up. I'm the type of person who needs to talk things out, I can't hold in my emotions as easily as some others can. Sometimes I take things a bit too personally. I also have an overanalyzing problem. When I go to my friends saying things like "What the hell did I just do?", they are there to comfort me. Day or night. I'm so lucky to have them in my life.

When I am with them, I can always count on having a good time. If anyone else ever heard our conversations they'd probably place us into a mental hospital. That's something else that I love about them. We can literally talk about anything, no matter how weird--it doesn't have to be about our problems--and not think anything of it. It's perfectly normal to us, but probably off the charts weird for any sane person. You don't even want to know.

As my friend's brother puts it: "Friendship is all about reciprocity. If you are there for them, they will be there for you." True words spoken by a 12 year old.

Thursday, July 12, 2012

Friday, June 29, 2012

One more year to go

As senior year approaches, the reality of having to apply for colleges is starting to set in. I absolutely abhor this. Someone might as well be holding a sign that says "Welcome to the World of Stressmania". Especially since I'm not sure which college I want to go to and also what I want to major in. Teenage life crisis. Ever since I was 7 years old, I've wanted to be a doctor. A pulmonologist to be exact. But now I'm just not sure anymore, I'm feeling kind of lost. Cue the depressing orchestra music.

I have come to a few conclusions that might aid in my decision making though.

  1. My legs turn to jelly when it comes to seeing other peoples' blood. That could be a problem if I decided to pursue medicine.
  2. I hate calculus. 
  3. I love little kids. Particularly preschoolers and kindergartners. They're so cute. They help make my stresses go away with their innocent and random questions. 
  4. I would like to go to grad school.
  5. I kind of want to be an elementary school teacher.
I realize that 4 and 5 contradict eachother, teachers probably don't need to go to grad school. Do you see my crisis now? I'm a firm believer in doing and going for whatever makes me happy. I don't want to end up spending twenty or thirty years inside an ashy gray cubicle. A good portion of this summer will need to be spent thinking about where I want to go and what I want to do. Maybe I could look into child psychology. Or pediatric radiology. I need to find something that fuses together my love for kids and my love for science and medicine. Being a teacher would be a lot of fun, but I've invested so much time into science and math courses here at the high school that it seems a shame to let all of that go to waste. What do I do?

It's stressing me out, because I feel like this will determine my entire future. I am already starting to regret the time that I have wasted in high school so far. Time that I could have spent studying, when instead I was just sitting around on facebook or talking to my friends, while wishing for the paper to hurry up and write itself or willing my pencil to just solve for x already. But since time machines haven't been invented yet, there is no way for me to change what I've already done ( or haven't done). So I'm just going to have to take what I have and apply to schools that really fit who I am and what I want to be. I can't mess this up.

Thursday, June 28, 2012

So long, farewell

I hate goodbyes.

Maybe it's the bittersweet hugs and awkward small talk. I never know when it's the right time to leave or when it's the right time to start shutting the door and leading the other person out. Do I keep talking? Or just say bye and leave? But that makes it seem like I'm in too much of a rush to get away from him or her. What to do, what to do. And when it's someone you really care about, and they are leaving for a long time... Oh boy. Tears, please, dear god, stay inside my eyeballs. No? Well. Okay then. Someone pass me the kleenex. 

Saying goodbye seems so easy, so simple. But it really isn't. And there are a few goodbyes that I am dreading that are coming up. Some of my friends are leaving for college and I can't imagine high school without them. It's hitting me hard. This is the first year that close friends are leaving me. They are starting a new chapter in their lives, while I'll still be stuck here in this hell hole that they call high school. Don't get me wrong, most of my friends are in my class and will be there right beside me during senior year, but still. It won't be the same. 

I'll be okay though. 

Sunday, June 10, 2012

My Summer Playlist

Whether I am picking out my clothes, cruising down the highway, or putting on my makeup, I will always be listening to music. It's a habit. Unless I'm doing homework that I really need to concentrate on or something else that requires complete focus, I will most likely be dancing and singing to some of my favorite songs. Boy, choir is really missing out by not having me in it. Just kidding, of course.

1. Ships in the Night---Mat Kearney
2. Angel With a Shotgun---The Cab
3. Pictures of you---The Last Goodnight
4. Heaven--O.A.R.
5. Closer to Love---Mat Kearney
6. When I Look Into Your Eyes---Shane Harper
7. Back to Back---The Ready Set
8. Sweet Serendipity---Lee Dewyze
9. Let Her Go---Passenger
10. Kiss Me Slowly---Parachute
11. The Wrong Direction---Passenger

If you have some time, you should check some of these out! Maybe it's not your typical music genre, but these past few weeks I've really been enjoying myself listening to these.

Here, just for fun. At least listen to this one:

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Yes, I'm alive.

I miss blogging. I told myself that I would do at least one post a week, but busyness (Is that a word? No? Well it is now), and laziness have prevented me from doing that. Oh the sweet joy that comes with high school. When I'm not doing homework or wasting time, I just want to sleep. Or sit there and do nothing. Like yesterday, I went outside to study for the comp test, but ended up falling asleep on the front lawn. It felt amazing.

Also, I checked my blog stats today and it turns out that my forgiveness post from way back when I was taking comp continues to get around twenty views a week. That makes me so happy, it's almost embarrassing. Ah well.

Sunday, April 1, 2012

Fashion, 2, 3, 4

I really love fashion. Or at least I love the concept. It's so mesmerizing to see how designers can put together elaborate outfits that are so unique, yet still seem to flow perfectly.

I'm not going to sit here and pretend like I am some sort of fashionista. I'm not going to act as if I know everything there is to know about fashion. It just simply fascinates me, and I want to learn more about the techniques and tricks.

I wish that I had a more unique sense of fashion. I also wish I were more creative. If you think about it, those two things could kind of go hand in hand, right? There's got to be some type of correlation. I've been struggling to find clothes that really define who I am (oh wow, how cheesy does that sound?) and are unique. As of now, I don't have a distinct style. I wear tons of different types of things. Whenever I go shopping, I try to find pieces that are unique, but it's a lot more difficult than it sounds. I don't know how hipsters do it.

How can they find clothing that suits their personality so perfectly, is so cute, and seems like one of a kind? It's frustrating for me when I spend five hours shopping, and come out with two things. There's two reasons for this. 1. I want to find the perfect clothes, and 2. I don't want to pay too much for the perfect clothes. I absolutely hate shelling out wads of cash for clothes, especially since a lot of the time they are just completely overpriced. I only make so much money. It's actually ridiculous how much some clothes cost. $67 for a T-shirt? No thanks. I have better things to do with that money.

So I'm still on the hunt for more clothing that is cute and affordable. And maybe even a bit vintage or eclectic. Eclectic. Isn't that a fun word?

Someday, when I'm in the mood, I'm going to go on a thrift store rampage. And I will find cool vintage clothing, and it will be amazing.

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Quote of the day

I am so stressed. I'm constantly swearing in my head about all the things that I have to do for school and all this other random shit. I just need a break. Sometimes I just want to get in my car and drive away. I don't want to care, but in reality, I do. So here's a little something that I found to try to get myself back on track.
And isn't it kind of funny that an eight year old said this? I found it amusing. 

I'm going to go take a nap.

Thursday, February 2, 2012



My resolution for this year was to stop procrastinating and basically use time more wisely. It lasted for about two weeks.

Let me explain. You see, I suck at managing my time. I start my homework reasonably early, but it takes me forever to finish it. I'll start a problem, become bored, and then just sit there thinking about something random. And then twenty minutes have passed and I've only finished four lines of my math proof. Or two parts of my chem problem. Or five sentences of my essay. I just cannot focus. But I really, truly need to adjust my study habits.

I need sleep.

Does this happen to anyone else? Am I the only one that spends two hours doing a math assignment that is supposedly pretty simple?

Gah. So frustrating. I need to do something about this. Like invent a machine that starts pelting bouncy balls at me when I start to lose focus.

Anyway, gotta go. I need to go barrel my way through chem problems and US history. Oh joy.

Saturday, January 21, 2012

What I will remember from AP Comp

***I don't know if I did this correctly, this is a VERY rough draft. I didn't do all the letters though...there were some where I couldn't think of anything.

     Analyze, analyze, analyze. DO NOT SUMMARIZE, 1-145
    and how they are everywhere. you can't hide from them 34, 128
    on a quiz? Quick- someone call KARE11! 5
    class mascot #2 (see Orwell) 88
    ...What did I just read...? 54
    I love it. 39
    Yeah, write 119
    Hey! It's Me :) 122
    Reviving Ophelia 17
    The Male Brain 100
     "If your love life were an ocean..." 135
Claim, reason, warrant
    The building blocks of life 33, 87, 120
    In my head 11, 24, 37, 46, 67
     apparently this is Mrs. Cardona's most common answer for multiple choice questions. 78
Desk group
     Laura, Matt, Jason 23
     Rhetorical Analysis, Gah 14
     Revision, I can do this 98
      50 essays 3
Friendships 25
    almost every single quiz 2-18
    and then learning from it 10, 15, 23
Google docs
     "Wait, can the other people in our group see our convos?" 22
     "I'm so hungry I could eat a unicorn." 65
      Massive study guide 142
Hyperventilating 127
    "Becky, you can do this."
     My favorite rhetorical device. Mostly because it's fun to pronounce 103
     "I have a dream." MLK jr.
    All the time 11,14, 28, 49, 100, 117
Love/hate this class 7
Late nights 131
    and thrust 115
     class mascot 56
    And a lot of it 9, 23, 55
    And regretting it, 32, 48, 66, 98,102, 109, 123
Peer-editing 127
Power writing
     everyone for themselves, must get those stamps 44
Proud 156
    corrections 12
    reading quizzes 1, 3, 5
    with Laura 35
     Pretty much sums up this class 1-234
     Meltdowns 122
     "I'm going to pull my hair out" 66
      Every time a new project is assigned 82
Self-doubt 46, 49, 53, 81
    Struggling 20
    Finding my writing voice 89
   "I can't remember what pejorative means!" 102
    Improving big-time 131
    and learning to enjoy it 77

Saturday, January 14, 2012

Boys decoded? Not really.

My BLA book this term was The Male Brain by Louann Brizendine.

I can believe everything that is said in this book because the author, Brizendine, is a psychiatrist and also a Harvard graduate. She also backs up all of her claims with solid hard facts and personal examples.

I'm going to be completely honest...It's not my favorite book ever. The reason I did not enjoy it is because I feel like she makes her argument seem really redundant. My group discussed the exact same things over and over each week; there wasn't anything new that ever showed up.

For example: 
Did the anecdotes she included contribute to her overall argument and how? Yes. They made it easier for the audience to relate to certain situations. 
Do you think that her scientific evidence contributes to her overall argument? Yes. It gives solid evidence to explain why boys do what they do. 
Etc etc etc.

The main argument of the book is that boys are far more complicated than they seem. They aren't always thinking about sex and they do have emotions. Males have to deal with a lot and go through different phases, just like girls.

 Brizendine tries to refute this stereotype:

This book can be for both males and females. It gives males a chance to understand why they act the way they do, and it explains to females why boys do the things that we don't understand. I've seen girls, myself included, analyze for hours one thing that a boy says or does. Girls, don't deny this. You know you do it. (Maybe reading The Female Brain can help me figure out why we do this). It's quite frustrating. Anyway, The Male Brain is supposed to be a book that's the best of both worlds. 

But I still don't understand boys. 

Saturday, January 7, 2012

Dear Future Becky,

I hope that you are doing well. I know that as of now, I have big plans for you. Hopefully you went to one of those colleges that I love and find myself dreaming about from time to time. I'm so jealous that you are already done with the ACT and SAT. Those make my stress levels shoot up. It makes me nauseous to even think about it. Are you still sticking to my "no procrastinating" goal? That was one of my resolutions this year. This is the last piece of homework that I have to do this weekend. Besides the AP Chem magic show script, but that isn't going to take long. Impressive, right? Hopefully this new habit carries on.

Where are you living right now? I'm guessing not in Minnesota. I've never liked living in Minnesota. Maybe you are living in New York? Or Chicago? Or are you living somewhere totally random, like Nebraska? Either way, I hope that you are happy. I'm happy right now. I love being 16. I have concluded that this is probably the best age to be. I have freedom because I can drive myself around and stuff like that, but at the same time I don't need to worry about stuff like mortgage and insurance. Although I can't wait to be done with high school.

Oh yeah, did you ever get over your fear of other people's blood? I hate blood right now. Or at least other people's blood. Watching other people get shots and IV's gives me the heebie-jeebies. And considering that I want you, or me I guess, to be a pediatric pulmonologist, I probably had to have gotten past that in order to achieve that goal. Gosh I hope I got over that. It's making me slightly queasy to even think about it.

But if you didn't get past that, are you now an interior or fashion designer? You must remember how people laughed at you because that is so different from being a doctor, but I (We?) need to do what makes me happy, right? I can't go through life doing something that I don't enjoy. But this is Plan B. Pulmonologist is still Plan A.

Or maybe you are a kindergarten teacher? I love kids, and you probably still do. They are just so cute. It would be such a rewarding job to help them learn.

But really, are you happy with how your life turned out?

I always am thinking about my future, but now that I am typing this up and sharing my aspirations, it's making me a bit anxious. I'm still not fully sure what I want to be yet. I'm so indecisive! Good thing you've already chosen. Remember those shopping trips you took when you were a teenager? And how it took you 15 minutes just to figure out what color shirt you wanted?

 I guess I'm scared that I will fail at reaching my dreams and just settle for some mundane job that makes me unhappy. That thought scares me. Hopefully that doesn't happen. I'm not going to let that happen. I will try my best to do what I love to do and make something of myself. I really wish that you could write me a letter or something to calm my fears and give me some words of advice. But writing letters to myself is not as easy as it seems.

Wishing you the best.

16 year old Becky

P.S. Let's keep our fingers crossed that someone in my time or your time invents a time machine so that we can meet each other.

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

Inside the Child Sex Trade

Process Analysis

***The formatting is really weird. I tried to fix it, but it didn't work. So now there are awkwardly huge spaces in between my paragraphs.

The specific human rights topic that I chose to work with is the issue of child trafficking. Of course, human trafficking in general is a very troublesome topic, but I needed to narrow my focus. Most times when we think of things such as prostitution or rape (the sex trade), we think of teens or adults. We don’t usually connect children with the human trafficking world. My claim is that children should not be sold; they are priceless. They are human beings that deserve to be treated with respect. Children should not have to live this type of life; they are innocent and it is wrong to take advantage of them like this. The tone throughout my video is, without a doubt, somber. The biggest rhetorical device that I use is pathos; I pluck at the heart strings of the audience to get them to feel pain for these kids, and to get them to realize how precious children are in general. The audience that I am aiming towards is anyone who likes kids or has kids. Because this video is about children, if the audience has some type of relationship with a child, they are more likely to feel affected. But really, anyone who has a heart and soul should feel bad for these kids.

I chose the original animoto template just because I wanted my pictures to stand out, and I didn't want the background distracting the audience. It's black, it's subtle, and it does the job.

Climactic order was something that I really thought about when making this video. I wanted to have my video be easy to follow along, but still end with a bang. My video is kind of like a story. I show the process of child trafficking, from selling the child, all the way to the final results. After that, I switch gears to get ready for a powerful ending. I show a receipt for one child, and then use other pictures to show that buying a child is wrong, for they are priceless. I used this technique because I wanted the audience to fully understand what these children have to go through. 

I start out with a picture of children standing in a window display at a mall or store. The children are standing in a row, with SALE signs all around them. There are children of all different ethnicities to show that this happens all around the world.This picture is also in color to better show the details. The SALE signs are big and red, and the children are dressed in gloomy colored clothing.The expressions on their faces are forlorn and vacant. They look as if they have accepted the fact that their lives will forever be like this, and it pains the audience. Furthermore, they are dressed in dirty clothes, and look like they haven't showered in a while. They are probably portrayed like this to show that the conditions that these kids live in are not ideal. This, like most of my other pictures, is meant to strike emotion. It most certainly shows the fact that these children are being stripped of their worth; They are being treated like they are just an item, but they aren't. Putting them in this window display is subjecting them to humiliation, and takes away the little sense of pride that they had. This also relates back to my claim, that children are priceless, by implying that children can be bought. 

I then move on to a mugshot of a gross, unhygienic man, holding a sign that says “I paid to have sex with a 14 year old child.” First reaction: Disgusting. Absolutely, positively disgusting. His unkempt facial hair and flabby skin add to the repulsiveness. This, just like the first slide, evokes an emotional response. The audience will feel disturbed. The fact that children have to sleep with men like this is enough to make your stomach churn. It's kind of a stereotype to say that all the men who are in this business look like this, but I still think it gets a message across.  

Next, I have a photo of two big hands counting money, while a girl watches him in the background. The girl looks hopeless and sad, and it is assumed that she is one of the girls involved in the child trafficking world. The hands could be either the pimps, or the john/rapist’s. Either way, it isn’t pleasant, and the audience will feel sad for the girl. She does not deserve to be treated this way. No child does. The photo is also in black and white, which makes it more somber, and will further establish a feeling of dread in the audience. 

The next 10 photos are examples of what a child with this life has to deal with. I take a before and after approach. I found pictures of kids who are affected by this, like little boys and girls being pursued by creepy men, and then I found pictures of children who look just like those who are being trafficked. I tried to find children of all different races to show that this doesn't just happen in one place, but it happens everywhere. Except it ended up being mostly asian kids and white kids because those were the most powerful pictures I could find. I put them in a before and after pattern to show that these kids, who look so innocent and carefree, are shamelessly being used by creeps to earn money. They are just kids, and should not have to go through this kind of abuse and torture. These are the pictures that will probably evoke the biggest emotional response from the audience. There are pictures of little girls sitting in bed with gross men, a boy being undressed by a creepy man, a girl who is standing with her bra next to her on the ground. The pictures are very disturbing, but they all send the same message: THIS IS GROSS AND WRONG. Why do children get put through this? It isn't right. They shouldn't be stripped of their dignity, put up for sale, and purchased by these perverts just for the pervert's own pleasure. It's disgusting. 

I then use repetition, and show a picture of the children in the window display again. I do this intentionally to reinforce the notion that these kids do not want to be here. They do not want to be put on “sale”, but they have no choice. They aren’t strong enough to fight back, so they can’t do anything about it. I use this specifically to tie back to my claim. Since my claim is that children are priceless, and cannot be sold, this, once again, gets the audience to think about children being bought and traded for sex. 

After this, I put in a slide of a receipt of a 10-year-old child that was $14.00. This makes a really big impact because it is almost blatantly stating that children can be treated like an item.  It puts an image in the mind of the audience of buying a child at a supermarket or mall. This relates back to my picture of the children in a window display case, but it takes it one more step further. It gets the audience to think. It’s saying that children are almost worthless, they have no soul and do not need to be treated with respect. Fourteen dollars for a child? That's ridiculous. With this picture, I’m hoping to evoke emotions of disbelief and horror within the audience. I want them to realize that just because children are little and may not be able to stand up for themselves as easily as adults, doesn't mean that they can be subjected to this kind of disrespect and torture.

I then use a transition slide, and put up a big red "X" to let the audience know that this situation is wrong. It's a horrific violation of human rights, and is in no way acceptable. 
My last slide is a black and white picture of a little girl holding a sign in front of her face that says "Priceless." I end with this to leave a lasting impression in the audience's mind that children are precious, and no amount of money is worth putting them through the process of child trafficking. I had to change it to black and white, because it makes it stand out more, just because this is such a sad topic. 

The music that I chose for my video is the song "Beautiful Slaves" by Take No Glory. I found this song on Youtube, and it was specifically written because the girl in this band felt so bad for the children affected by child trafficking. The melody is somber, and the words fit well with my pictures and even help to make my pictures even more heart wrenching. There is a piano being used, and it is playing the harmony to the song. It's heavy and melancholy. There is also a guitar. It is also playing the harmony to this song. There are other instruments as well, but I really cannot identify them.The lyrics, although extremely sad, very vividly and perfectly portrays the fact that these kids are hopeless and do not want to be here, but they have no choice. They will also probably be scarred for the rest of their lives because of these horrendous experiences. I don't think that any other song could better emulate what I want to get across. Here are some of the lyrics:

i don’t know where i am

they’ve taken all that i had

smuggled in for a lucrative trade

beaten, bartered

broken in, until i obey

i used to be childlike

innocent and safe

now i’m someone else's treasure

a strangers pleasure

smothered in shame

succumbed with drugs

but I’m not numb

all I feel is pain

is this all a dream

will i ever be the same?

The lyrics get across that these children have gone through so much pain, and nothing can heal the wounds already made. No child should have to go through this.

Beautiful Slaves by Take No Glory