One, two, three, four, five against one
Five, five, five against one
Torture from you to me
Abducted from the street
I’d rather be with an animal
Why would you want to hurt me?
So frightened of your pain

I once confronted an entire lacrosse team who pushed around my 9 year old group of camp counseled. They had all their gear and pads on too.

I just had my voice and maybe a bit too much insanity. The kids were impressed though and the team was definitely shocked. Malaysian anger unleashed can he a gift at times.

When I reflect on so many events in my life, I handled them pretty much alone. I hated it. I begged and pled for help so many times and what I received in return was often haphazard and spotty. I once filled out my application for US citizenship without legal assistance when I was 19. And back then, the application wasn’t as streamlined and more ponderous. In fact, it asked such questions as “Have you ever committed a crime you were not caught for?” Something like that. If you don’t know how to answer that one, you’re too dumb to be a citizen.

Also went to dangerous places – many times without a weapon.

Scared as hell but made it through.

In any case, people say it made me resilient and independent. That isn’t all that comforting. I didn’t need servants to rub my feet and taste my food but it would have been nice to have people stand by, with, and up for me.

Instead, the wishy washiness, those who abandoned, ignored – just stunning.

But there was God.

Was He enough? I think so even when it didn’t exactly feel like it. He is an ever present help.

Maybe it was about learning and retaining tools. There’s this saying about how stormy seas make good sailors.

I knew how to fight alone.

I am fed up with that.

Who will answer my call?

One, two, three, four, five against one