Primo chick,  a badazz b, you can’t touch this lest I’m free

No one was allowed to want me, free to be was not to be

Yes they were protecting me keeping me from seeing me

Knowing blame is unhealthy so the answer’s yet to see

How does someone keep you safe by never letting life take place

Finding truth and friends to trust becomes a lesson in disgust

Anger at the situation giving in to bleak frustration

Hope and faith sustain the soul with mortal lives in devastation

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