These people don't care.
They'll sit there. Dead in their seats.
While I speak with no fear.
No fear when I speak.
With my Black Panthers on,
It feels like everybody is looking.
I am looking "alive" at her.
Looking "dead" at me.
That's your child,
But the upbringing that you are giving her,
Is going to unlock some shifting in her subliminal,
Thought patterns.
Turning her thoughts to her actions.
She doesn't see it though.
When she laid down, intentionally or unintentionally,
She didn't see that either.
Just trying to get a "nut".
Didn't figure that she would be that either.
She should give the kid up to another family's gatherings.
My main question now is,
Where is her father?
Where are her toys so that she doesn't have to have these problems?
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