Life Ratings Poem by Bella Ravenstar

Day to Day
I wake up and see
What life's rating is
When I walk down the hall
I cringe
Their words are like poison
Like knives to the mind
I don't talk like that....
When I sit at lunch
I see couples' affections too far
Their actions like a trap
A horror to the mind
I don't go far....
When I watch the news I hear terrors
Their horror is damaging to the mind
I try to be kind...
When I'm at school kids break the rules
I don't break rules.....
When I'm in the store people steal
Stealing is unfair to the mind....
I always pay....
When I'm in the park
Gangs fight
Fighting wounds the soul
People do drugs
Drugs poison the soul
I give love and hugs....
Everywhere I go lies are told
Lies stain the soul
I always tell the truth....
Around the town gossip is spread
Gossip is a bad disease
I spread joy....
In life there is greed
Greed is cancer of the heart
I always share...
Down the street I pass a few bars
Losts of drunks I hear
Alcohol poisons the conscience
Don't you know?
Down the street people smoke
Smoking is bad for the lungs
I breathe air...
In the neighborhood big kids bully the little ones
I be kind to them....
On the news I hear the blues
Somebody killed somebody
Murder is evil to the mind
Once I saved a life...
On TV I see troublesome scenes
Doesn't the world have any sense?
Bad TV is like drugs to the mind
I watch wholesome shows...
On the net revolting scenes
What a shame to the mind
I click away...
On the radio sounds are sickening
Bad music numbs the heart
I sing a hymn...
When I go to the library for a book
When I read I slam it shut
It's pages reeked of immorality
Bad books dull the mind
I would rather read a Bible...
I complained about it to the librarian
She said I was arrogant
That life was like that
You can't deny it
Ignore it and live with it
She is arrogant for not knowing
Who I am, you'll see...
Crossing the street there was a little old lady
Perhaps eighty
She could barely walk
No one bothered
But I helped her cross that street...
Service is kind for the mind
What's wronng with the world?
Is it sick? Is it blind?
Does it need a doctor?
The world areound me has no conscience almost
It makes me sick!
The worls is rated: R
I'm rated: G
Bright as a little sunbeam
I try to be.......