Barack Obama spoke yesterday, he accepted his Democratic nomination for President. I listened to Hilary, Bill and Joe Biden speak the day before, it’s definitely an exciting time.

The middle and lower classes have had it’s share of neglect, I feel their emotions repressed, I think it formed a volcano. From that volcano came Barack shooting out like a star, with the cries of many people erupting like lava. “This has never been about me, it’s always been about you” he said.

In the 4 years that I have lived in America, I have encountered and lived many different spectrums of classes. On one end, I was a nanny in several 10 million dollar homes in Silicon Valley, where I played the toughest game of hide and seek. I went to pool parties of college grads with no jobs and no worries. I helped celebrate a 7th birthday with an entire basketball team hired by parents.

On the other spectrum is my CASA girl’s extended family, where I was taught the toughest Double Dutch moves in the block. Girls fought over hand-me-down clothes. The mums feared accidents, I don’t think they were insured.

Many a times I grit my teeth not being able to stand the unfairness. I complained about my medical bills to a rich dad, he didn’t want to hear it. Perhaps part of that lava is me. I came here as an immigrant in pursuit of good music. What I hear are people who cry for change.