Who’s left, to raise me, huh? If you can’t even, provide for me, who was, made from your god DAMN sperm (and that makes you, nothing MORE than a SPERM-DONOR, you just got to know mama before you F***ED her that’s all!!!).
Who’s left to raise me, I was, abandoned, as a young infant, inside those, safe boxes by those stupid church buildings after I was born, never even KNOW who my parents are, and, all I remember, about being “brought” to this god DAMN FUCKING (and your point being???) planet, was that coldness through my barenaked, baby bottom when I got “delivered” out from my mother’s “under side”…
Who’s left to raise me, god? Give ME a break, I was, left at an orphanage since birth, and, had to, FIGHT hard, for the limited amount of resources, I’d, practically, RAISED myself, learned how to survive, the HARD way, and now I had, you’d, come back, and DEMAND payment? For what, huh???
Who’s left to raise me, a child should NEVER need to worry about not being provided for, but, there are, a TON of children who can speak this aloud because??? Oh yeah, they hadn’t found the words Y-E-T, and so, these children who were abandoned, grows up………
Who’s left to raise me, not me, I am NOT your parent, I don’t even know you kid, so, scat, get away from me, and that, is how that Little Matchstick Girl died, from the icy coldness, from people all around her!
Life, the Obstacle Course 