I wish you didn’t have to grow up like this.
I wish there was more I could do to help.
You are only four,
still too young to fully understand.
is the only life you have known and
although you are across the Atlantic,
your future lies with me.
But you must know you are worth more
than the thirty-three dollars a month
that I give
to an organization that promises
to care for you.
No child should grow up without
nutritious food, clean water, a safe environment, and an
It almost seems as though
wanting to end world hunger is a cliché.
People smile, applaud the compassionate heart,
and say, “Maybe it will happen one day.”
But your problems are real
and too many innocents relate.
It’s about time we sacrifice to help provide.
Dear Shelter Animals,
It’s not your fault
that your owners
didn’t give you the
that you needed.
Its not your fault you grew
much bigger than the puppy in a Christmas box
that you once were.
I know your momma
wishes she could have given you better
than a life raised on the street.
All have different beginnings,
but same outcome;
where am I supposed to start from?
I wish I could save all of you,
take you somewhere safe and sound,
go down the line of stainless steel jails,
I promise I have enough love to go around.
Dear Wilber, Elsie, and Dolly,
Who decided you should have to live in bubolic hell?
Your fate is determined
before you are born.
You have no choice,
no voice in the decisions made
about your lives’ quality,
but the fictions
are more pleasing
You less famous friends are
bored, and depressed.
Any malnourishment or unhealth
is concealed with a diet
of steroid and antibiotic,
until your painful death.
How can I free you from this prison?
I’ll make it my mission
to tell your true stories,
to help others see
that you are no different,
that you too can feel joy, love, and pain,
that the taste of your flesh does not make you inferior,
that you are forced to sacrifice everything
One day, this equality war will be won.
Dear Mother Earth,
What have we done?
You give us your beauty,
your nutrients, hydration, raw materials, and
inspiration, your soil a culture medium
for freakish experiments.
Yet here we are
destroying what nourishes us.
Now the air is tainted
with the same toxins
that are spilling into your oceans
and composing the plastics we create
that will continue to pollute, poison,
and kill long after all of us
have come and gone.
I wish I could heal
the wounds of destroyed habitats, rehabilitate
your injured dependents,
And learn how to coexist.
But how does one girl
Change the entire world?
I know you want to save everything.
You have a big heart
with so much space to
with your overflowing love.
There are many letters you could write
to all of those you
want to help,
telling them that you understand their pain
and are doing everything you can.
You think to yourself:
“How hard could it be?”
to spread messages of
acceptance, equality, and kindness.
“How hard could it be to change the world?”
you cannot save it today.
nor tomorrow, nor even next year.
Maybe you will never change the world.
But the whispers of doubt
telling you that you aren’t doing enough…
They are lying.
You are doing exactly what you should be
at exactly the right time.
You may not be able to end world hunger,
or save every animal,
or heal the earth (to name a few),
but you can spend a part of every day
You will always think there is more you can do.
But don’t get discouraged;
you are going to achieve
more than you know.
A girl with dreams so big
They sometimes make her feel so small