I remember

The first time they came to assassinate me I Rescued into the back corners of a dark and wet place full of force and fear as the walls of which I’ve backed myself up against push me towards the opening I was released to grasping  hands ..I knew as light penetrate in my eyes that I was in for a long and hard battle that would define me as a person I look at this creature showing no reflection of myself skin tone spirit or wealth eyes which lack love  yet lips that offers words in regard to my structure build  and health tugs at my legs tools to count my breath injections from sharp needles pushed inside my flash sliced up on my foot for the purest blood they test pulled away from what was love and passed around to what’s to expect hurt pain and hate lacking none the least blinded from the slime you put across my eyes to help me get to rest knowing all the while The pains within my chest Caused from being abandoned hand it over from the one who offered me a name before I ever even came to be the one who gave a number I’ll grow to stress on that which will be a curse to me /// DOA  or Doc