like this!  Not my photograph…

Broken, but NOT D-E-A-D!!!  That, is how I had, lived my formers years of childhood abuse, all the way, UP to my twenty-sixth (so that would make me, what???  NINE???), and, after that, I’d gotten, broken, time and time again still, and, I still ain’t DEAD (you wanna CHECK???)

Broken, but NOT D-E-A-D!!!  I’d, suffered long enough at your hands, and now, you will be, AT my mercy, but, ummmm, I won’t have ANY mercy for you, besides, I ain’t got NO control over what will happen to, ALL the remaining of your children (that’s FOUR, in sum!!!).

not my photograph…

Broken, but NOT D-E-A-D!!!  There’s, NO way you can murder me brutally all over again, like you did, back when I was a child too young to know any better, and still looked UP to you (yeah, I admit, I was once that young, and still NOWHERE N-E-A-R S-T-U-P-I-D though…).

Broken, but NOT D-E-A-D!!!  I’d, fixed myself up, patched me up completely, inside AND out, and now, I’m, all better, thanks to???  Oh yeah, ME!!!