Verlecia Fields Poet I do not know?

"some Understanding of How I Was Made"

"Some Understanding of How I was made"    

how i believe, i became a slave 

by a set of mind beading hip-no needling 
that begin with a cocktail of mind seeding potions
that had me barking by preschool 
and remembering memories that everyone i knew
said that i never did, and said that 
I was to tiny, i couldn't have as a very small child 
so why won't the guilt go away?  

now listen to what i have to say
there are ways to make a girl, lose his or her way 
and you just found, one of the very many 

so began the fear of knowing  
that rich demons, have dirty plans for me
made me cry uncontrollably   
and now in the understanding of who/how to make a slave!/?    

by:lyricvixen

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