I’ve asked to home for a while. When I was young. Yes. I did? Is that strange to think I would and that Mama Jean would try to cover it up? To destruct me? Or play the blame game on me and discredit me? So people would believe me? Yeah.
I did not want to go here Mama? But you seem to need my testimony for some reason cuz it’s just coming out? How much do you need? For it to be ok to come home?
A book? Filled? Will that be enough? A story to provide for me? My children? Cuz that’s what I have. An arsenal of truth. And she knows it. And I don’t want her to pay. She already did. I stayed. Yeah. Twisted your right. I have stood up for myself the whole way and took the lashes.
For you dear Mama.