When I was a little girl there was this one little btch...

As I was in a foster home from pedophilia and torn from m mother she this little girl acted as a witch

One night I dreamt of hot cast iron from the fire

I dreamt I used it to poke out her eyes like I used to do the beheaded fish from my grandmothers lake drive pick

I remember praying and asking for help. I remember saying please God don't let me lose myself.

Then one day this little girl cornered me..

In the girls bathroom thinking I was too chicken to ever defend myself and be free...

Last thing I remember was getting a paddle.

I ripped out her flesh when I bit her like cattle