Raised to be a lady sit proper talk gently dont talk back or you'll get smacked what about freedom the U.S.A is spose to be the land of the free but in our everyday life we're pulled from side to side Mommy and Daddy and uncle sam to molding us into what they desire Geuss what mister bush this ones got something to say step off lightly or this toung will asalt you fist to face this is my place.
Reason for writing:
Tired of government B.S.
Birth sign: Gemini
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