There’s a famous song
With an intrusive view
It’s so hard to view
Because his name was Luka
He lived in the 2nd floor, he was abused

It came to life with lyrics and all
By singer, Suzanne Vega
If you ever hear his cries
He was never satisfied of his blows
As the wind blows, u can hear his cries louder

That which, no one heard …
If anyone opens his tiny torso-am sure bruised
Also confused, only food were his head blows
Not love there, but hate as his roof
Am sure, he huffs and puffs as toys were stuffed

There’s an enormous lack of love
How tough for a 2-year-old
To start a life abandoned and pin to hate
Whom are we to blame, if-when he wakes up
Now with a gun, he killed and then ended

Mothers and fathers
Where are you today?
Where is your place in society?
Can a child defend for themselves
A tiny kitten can’t, what makes you think

Can a 2-year-old?
Now, court decision is changing.
It will be, you both now charged
You abandoned a soul
Placing hate, instead of love

Call me Minnie, never JLO from the Bronx
I may have worked there
I rushed out and escaped fast
I had too much love, before they permanently
Tattooed in my brain that, was never love

I broke multiple bones
Starting to heal
The most was my brain
That’s because it hard to erase
I tried using whiteout and an eraser

It didn’t work … I sought help
From the number one MD
He came for me
Provided a prescription man never have
That was my will live… my God, gave me that

You may not know me
But I do know you …
If I may have seen confused
If I may be presented with no will 2live
Nor give in … It was not because, I was weak

It you thought I was mute
Thus, saw I couldn’t stop talking
Because, inside I was bleeding out love
As no gauze could close those wounds
Perhaps, with a nice perfume on my clothes

To make me look, un-home
As the only proof, I was alive but,
… dying inside from blows should never taken
I was never homeless, alright, inside
… just, appearing like not

Why was that?
… regardless well-dressed had endless of love
… from my hubby and son, not enough from
…. Because, those fools tried hard bury me alive
None knew love, I can now claim

The very few … who was nice enough
To respect me
That was enough!
That was a lot to grab
However, too many haters on my back

On that horrific crazy job that I loved
I did leave, my bed sweats
… from endless tears
I walked in cleaned
I left them dirty from their looks

No-one should be able to overpower you
… like that
None should treat like that
Pinning onto you
Your garbage, they are not

As a Microbiologist in-charged it didn’t matter
How Brillant, I was
With all my neurons were attached
They tried to prove it was not
As an impeccable writer and Microbiologist

They all tried to discredit my records
To prove, I can’t read, speak nor rule
I want to let you in to a secret
They never believed in love
That I had and almost died for it

My words of advice to all
Don’t do what I did
Sacrifice my life
For a job that at the end
Tried to defame, discriminate, incriminate

Sacrifice like Christ
With a pen and paper as a script
It was the final straw
It was God coming in
With an invisible rod, He now in-charge not HR

He indicated: “How can you cuff an innocent woman, without a crime?”
He grabbed my hands, “Let’s get out here!”
We did, “Am, I am looking back?”
It was not an easy pill to swollen

I felt like a child
… abused by a system, that had rules for me
They questioned my psyche
The niceness as weakness
My professionalism as having none

They tried to pin my nice on them
When all I saw on they were sneaks from
Their mouths, coming out
Were they all sneaks?
You judge them, not me

They tried to prove I was wrong, never them
How much do you know of a published scientist?
A guest speaker at Vancouver, Canada
A Research Scientist at Harvard
It was never enough. Never for them

They pictured me as dead brain
That’s ok …
My God, knows me well
Difference and distinguish between them
I am no fool, I’ll shall never be like them

I’ve an ins option in my heart
Written with letters in Red
It spells LOVE
I have it, for everyone
I’ve shared with the wrong one, never again

I walked out almost insane
Today, moving forward without them
In my heart, I know …
Despite perfect score on all inspections
JACHO, NYS, EPA, Fire and all …

It will never be smart for us, as they indicated
I know, I scored onto my brain 100%
… because of their work longevity
As they stated: of 68, 48 and 30 years
With perfect attendance, they felt untouched

Nothing wrong can they do!
With that of an impeccable record of attendance
They can’t be touched, even if incompetent
As they say, whom you know
This crowd refused to accept you

I was made no look as if, no good, a fool
A rejection to erase my perfection
Perhaps, a toxic injection to discredit me
To let me know, am no good in their eyes
They are perfect, never me, I can’t competent

They score me rotten …
Like a rotten apple you throw with a mold
No matter how perfect, I or poised
They made sure, to create, was not I
They made it a 180-degree turn, it negatively

Creating in everyone’s heads
Is whom, am …
As they painted me with a black horn and thorns
Using their own colors
To taint me black with hate, I escaped

I now, know better
They all melt in the sun like butter
That’s because they all have hate
The sun didn’t line that with them
It prefers to hate never to love, don’t hate

Know. I don’t need you
I am on my own
God, with me
“If, He with me
Thus, know no one, against me!”

I will not crawl on my bed …
I will not pull over the blankets over my head
I will not pull my hair, as I once did!
I will not take a knife bleed out to death
Instead, I will cry with Him, as He cradles me

My name is Minnie
If I looked sad, If I looked confused
If looked misunderstood, please know
It was not me because I am Luka but, sad a revision, now know am Minnie, nice to know

Is there more? Yes! It is not because I am not
Jenny from the block, not because I want 2be
JLO from the Bronx, not because I wish,
I lived in a palace, not because I want 2be
… smart, I know, I am…

I despite what they thought-started
I am a survivor, survived insults, came out alive
Being burned alive …
Onto a brick wall building made of paper
It was never strong, because they placed hate

I thought it was made of steel
It was not, to my amazement
It was made of clay as my tears dripped
It was supposedly withstand fire, it did not
I was set on fire without knowing, I escaped

As they tried super hard to dishonor me
To burn me alive and never leave prints of it
They all did, in my heart, mind and rioted me
All while trying to steal my love and pink heart
They failed, as I escaped … within 30 minutes

With written scripted 6/6/25
I resigned! Retired
Now, looking back how sad
They never had no love but, hate
Why? They never knew God

All in all, they have a fruit basket full of hate
They are lacking knowledge
I packed with love,
I, thus collectively
Gathered it

Put on my helmet from God walked out safe
I ran, like a NYC marathoner that I am
Regardless, they think I am weak
Crawling thus Earth like a bug
I love microbes, a bug

It doesn’t mean am, one!
I must never look back
As I ran fast from their gates of hate and hell
No room for me there, glad am gone
… from that hell place in the Bronx

Almost losing my life
Life is too fast-precious
Is, why I chose the health profession
They should all go to confession
However, not in the Bronx with their friends

They would all be non-guilty
Thinking, they did no wrong
I am the wrong, never them
The years and clout have pr