To whom it may concern,
I have no where else to turn to. My name is Skyler Parks. I'm a 16 year old boy from Canton, Ohio. I know you get atleast 100 of these a day, so I'll try not to waste your time with what I'm going to tell you. Lupe, you are one of the true artists today that actually puts his emotions and feelings into songs that will uplift the spirits of kids my age and younger. Most songs are all about the same things such as street life, violence, money, cars, clothes, drugs, and other things that polute young minds. Lately my life hasn't been great. My dad lost his job in a funky situation, but there was nothing he could do about it other than take it and move on. A little bit later he was diagnosed with prostate cancer. They found it early though, so they were able to treat it and get rid of it. While all this is going on my mom has been working very dilligient at keeping this family on top. She is a 2nd grade school teacher and her paycheck every other week has kept my house of my 2 sisters and I together. My oldest sister started school this fall at Akron university and it was a struggle to get her there, but due to the grace of God we found a way to get her there. My mother has been paying for my father's medical bills, food for our house, my sister in college, house bills, utility bills, and every thing else you could think of. We have made it through by the skin of our teeth. I dont want my mother to have to do this anymore. I am in the process of trying to write a poetry book. I have always been told since a very young age that I had a gift for writing and talking. I know that you are an extremely busy man and you may not ever read this, but atleast writing this on this page has made me feel alot better about my situation. If there is anything you can do or maybe just pointing me in the right way towards people who can help me get my book entitled "Overflowing With Poetry" off the ground it would be greatly appreciated. I know that you would be someone who can appreciate quality writing, so here is one of my poems that I have written. Again, Lupe I appreciate you just taking out the time to read this if you do. Just knowing that has raised my spirits very high.
15 year old and new to the game, running round the block just to find a name. His mom couldn't hold him, he couldn't be tamed. He was determined to find his claim to fame. Worried about nothing, only focused on his aim. Had no thoughts about running into a wall of shame. He found a little shine through his little game, no longer considered himself one to be lame. Things were going good running on the block, he had no plans to stop until time ended on his clock. Well, one day on the block things started to change. His surroundings got weird, his people started acting strange. He started to lose trust in his world full of lusts. He lost sight of reality, his mind started to rust. He thought it were his peers, but it were really himself. The real one acting strange was now fearful for his health. Someone new came on the block with a little better game. He took the boys shine and even tried to take his name. What was once the boys shine was now the boys shame. He couldn't let it go, so he found a new aim. To take down the new boy and reclaim his fame. People told him not to do it, that he would end up in chains. This is what he wanted or to be in a box frame. He went storming in like a mind blown fiend. Unfortunately his clock ended on his sweet 16.