Writing this poem for him.
My second born son.
He’s here with me now.
Like when we first begun.
He will leave me soon.
Out of sight out of mind.
My uncle told him I’m worthless.
Should be left behind.
They harass and steal openly.
Don’t even hide.
Not keeping it secret.
Me they are trying to bind.
They know what they are doing.
That I don’t deserve it.
The second he leaves.
No stopping the observing.
The stalking will continue.
People sexually harassing.
My uncle calling the police on me.
Light gassing.
I know your trying to pretend it.
But it’s not alright.
Please my second son,
don’t leave me behind?
Empress PATRICIA ANN MANIACI AMERICA RACINE BLOCK De jure WITHOUT PREJUDICE
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