Post by Raleigh Pertion on Jul 15, 2013 19:22:26 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 470px; height: 420px; background-image: url(http://imageshack.us/a/img827/5104/295sh.jpg); border-top: 1px efefef solid; border-bottom: 1px efefef solid; border-left: 1px efefef solid; border-right: 1px efefef solid;] [/style] [style=float: left; width: 250px; height: 13px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 25px; color: darkred; text-align: center; background-color: transparent; margin-left: 10px;]WE CAN'T STOP until were at rock bottom heads spinning Raleigh Pertion Seventeen The Heat Dark Psycho lyrics lyrics lyrics lyrics lyrics It's not easy being born and having a 15 year old druggie as a mother. I should know. I'm Raleigh, and this is my warning to the "wannabee" troublemakers who think they're cool by smoking a blunt or drinking a beer. You don't want to be my friend. You don't want to be my enemy. I can't stress enough that if you come near me, it will hurt. For both of us. Still want to be my friend? I was born in the City. Does it matter which one? My "mom", I call her Stitch, was 15 when I was born. She was also homeless and addicted to crack. She could've given me up so I could be adopted by a nice little family in the country, where I could have had 2 cats in a dog named Dappy. But she and her methhead boyfriend decided to keep me. Stitch said it was because she loved me, although I think it wwas just so the police would take sympathy for her. When I was 4, her boyfriend, my "dad" I guess, was carted off to jail, probably for murder. The shoebox apartment we lived in became filthier, if that was possible. I never got to go to Pre School, or even 1st through 3rd grade. I didn't know how to read or write, and I barely knew how to speak. I was a mute kid who had never been bathed in her life. Stitch didn't let me go outside, because it was so dangerous i would get killed. I had 2 outfits and a raggedy doll I found in a trash bin. Stitch was a hooker. I would know when she had a client over when she shoved me in a closet and locked it, then told me if I said a word I wouldn't eat for a week. I would clutch my doll and try to fall asleep in that dank little closet. One day, when I was 9, Stitch left in a long red dress and black heels, telling me she was going to get a future for herself. She never came back. A while later, cops came in the apartment, surprised to see a dirty 9 year old asleep on a mattress. They asked me who I was. I told them I was "kid." Can you believe it? They tried to grab me, I think I bit them. How feral was I, but I still screamed for my doll as they strapped me down on a stretcher and took me to a hospital. The next 4 years of my life were spent in the Psych ward. I learned to speak, read, and write. I had to take an "IQ" test. Turns out, I have an IQ of 180. Who would've guessed? After that, I was treated differently lyrics lyrics lyrics lyrics lyrics |
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