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The Data Breach
The data breach came on quite suddenly
I saw her standing there dark skinned ashy
knees she was after my identity strangest
feeling this crime is the worse because it lingers
identity fraud could last a persons entire life time
sending many victims into a suicide state just trying
to remove the fraudster from your life many times
the fraudster isn't alone it branches out into a
criminal group breaking into homes reading calendars
in order to pin point the prey will be leaving the house
and how long the distance from my home to the veterans
hospital or Tampa general or USF to get 12 injections
nerve blocks for pain once the time line is established
lawn guys are look outs a service van parks logos
read painter plumber whatever finally the mechanic
in use sticks a key in the key hole to implant the grooves
actually making keys to the victims home when the prey
leaves for their routine appointment this criminal group
springs right into actions a complete heist totally
undermining computer systems hacking into personal
computers finally straight into hospital systems retrieving
data social security numbers birthdates bank information
healthcare information these criminals go on committing
mail fraud wire fraud healthcare fraud property cyber attacks
finally running the victims off the road it's hard for these
types of criminals to except that they cannot become
their victims making them very violent very dangerous
criminal resentment criminal envy criminal rage soon
the fraudster realize they must get rid of the victim
criminal intent to murder the victim of their identity fraud
because they are authentic laws are in place to protect
Veterans and their families from being victims of these
criminal groups for me we are truly blessed
my identity thief fled not before reeking havoc
attempting to extort my American poetry 20 years ago
arriving with a gunman shooting into my window
returning 20 years later the anniversary of the murder
meant for me where my hitman killed at my feet standing
before me my attacker catrina bell mckissack a corrupt
detective niece under investigation while i wore wires
pregnant for the fbi 34 years ago she was arrested after
attacking me with three gangster discples gang members
from Detroit Michigan and Chicago operation police
corruption selling drugs and trading riot gear weapons
with killers to stand off with the fbi agents while I was
actually inside hostage situations wired up with child
four of my other children seated with the fbi supervisor
these vicious angry attackers were convicted for years
a few officers lost thier badges reprimanded this bitter
rage brewed behind bars several decades waiting a time
to end my life awaiting to extort my american poetry
in order to punish me for working as a confidential
human source this criminal group set out to extort
my identity and end my life abort me from my own life
hence my own death impersonating me with a stalker
there I was face to face with my stalker my assassin
driving a Tahoe Jamaican drug cartel wearing badges
with an assault rifle pointed at my bedroom window all
no different than Atta Mohammed and Ziad Farrah
Bin Ladens trustees the birth of domestic terrorists
a very vicious criminal group laying in waiting over
three decades a gathering of sheer malice and haste
criminal severe identity fraud data breach complete hiest
highjacking my identity for my writing my American poetry
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Yolanda Nicholsen
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