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!