Dear America, I’m just a child. I’m just a back child. I’m just a black child with no identity; I was given a name by my parents that have no meaning. “I don’t deserve to be shot down” I’m just a black child living in a community where leadership no longer exists. My dad abandoned me, ran to the streets, left me for dead, I don't know if he's dead or if he's in custody? “I don’t deserve to be shot down” My mother left me home starving, chasing after another man whom she thought was a better man than my father. Child support spent upgrading her physical, to be intimate with his mental; he cheated on her, got another woman pregnant and said it was accidental. “I don’t deserve to be shot down” He's back at home; he's doing her wrong, as if I'm invi...