Three Appeals To My Social Problem

Pathos: How do you feel, when you look at the homeless on the street, the poor and the ones who have nothing left to turn to but drugs. What Your feeling doesn't compare to to what they are. This being said, we have to take a stand to stop Teens Dropping out of school.

Ethos:I haven't lived a very prosperous lifestyle myself, I one had a neighbor who would sometimes come and beg for some form of food to feed her children. I was one attacked by people who unaccountably did not have enough of an education to buy what the wanted instead of trying to steal it. So I know how important it is to stay in school.

Logos:When teens drop out, it will indefinitely cause issues, such as they could join a gang causing the environment to become that much more dangerous. Then there is the unemployment rate which will skyrocket, not many people notice this is another reason for unemployment. 

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Causes of Drop-outs

• Bad Grades
• Drugs
• Teachers being Unsupportive
• Pregnancy
• Family Issues
• The Community
• The School Environment
• Peer Pressure

Social Problem

I will investigate and help solve Children Dropping Out Of School

☢Where I'm From☢

I am from the rainbow colored fruites, dangling high atop the green trees
From Aloe and Bello, I am from the fragrant room after room of spices, sweet and potent
They made your nose sing with joy

I am from the massive mango trees, their trunks so thick and tall
With the golden Prize at the top whith which no apple could compare
Short bushes that kept small berries hidden between their leaves

I am from brown and green coco-nuts, baggy pants and new trends
 From Clove and Clovers, Chicks and Chickens
I am from the takers and the makers

I am from "Ayo and La-we-go"
From "Peace be with you" and "Amen"
I am from Save-a-lot all the way to Astaphans and Nassif.

The Massive structures still so vivid to me in my mind inside and out
From the dim neon lights and scattered yellow plastic bags and night
Blowing in the wind as if pulled by a phantom

From myths and legends of witches and monsters
I am from the locked doors and paranoid folks
Who hide themselves between sheets.

In the Cupboard  lay a dusty relic
When opened spills countless memories, old faces and new experiences

The Beats Box