Is in reference to the year 1968, after what happened to Dr. Martin Luther King Jr & I, him being assassinated by the people (Osama Bin Laden Gang/Devil Laden gang) who had kidnapped me from Uncle "Bobby" RFK, whilst we were at/in Memphis TN visiting with Dr. King Jr. and in reference to the years 1964, 1969 to 1972, and 1992, per se, as it is what I was thinking about when I wrote it.
The moral of the story - " dead child not dead".
First a short prayer -
ORAMUS te, Domine, per merita Sanctorum tuorum, quorum reliquiae hic sunt, et omnium Sanctorum: ut indulgere digneris omnia peccata mea.
AMEN
"Dead-Child Walking & Talking"
Uncle Bobby wrapped their love around me
Then from 1 terror to a new, kidnapped, tortured, raped, I be
Tis dual hell of a ****ed-up death ride
I didn't come out the same on the other side
Busted up body and mind once again
Their love managed to stay within Forward in reality protecting my kids Reversed in past but manage I dids
Lick after lick your love holds on for the long run
F*** those people's identities, so on & the shun
Their gag off of me I'm taking This "Dead Child is Walking And Talking"
You gave me pure parental type love unrushed
Gentle embracing, warm, soft, so touched
Makes sense why the drama
I knew you before that first trauma
And after don't see how they could forgot
Father, your love wrapped around me whether they like it or not
It's the warmest sensation I feeling
Yours, my Father & God & Jesus's love flood thru me overwhelming
Lick after lick your love holds on for the long run
F*** those people's identities, so on & the shun
Their gag off of me I'm taking
This "Dead Child is Walking And Talking"
By: Debbie Kim Kennedy
I thought someone would be willing to talk to me and help me find the answers to my questions, guess the laugh was on me. But when I remember feeling Uncle Bobby's love (in with the rest) it all started making sense to me and I reached out to my gov't offices for answers because what few people I knew knew, of so far was all dead, or not to be found or able to get a hold of. I didn't understand. They kept shunning me, wronging me, harming me, legally wronging me, and more, regardless of how passive. I am loving and loyal to this nation of ours, America. As they/someone decided I needed to die again, they wanted me hushed, I am never hushing again. My Uncle Bobby, so beautifully took a memory of me with him, and transformed it to my father, his brother U.S. President John F Kennedy with the love for me that flowed thru his body, and it was part of my 25th birthday 🎉🎂🥳 gift, as to coincide with when I was to get my inheritance from my father's estate, such a beautiful thing to do, I love him for it. How sweet and perfect - how life was going to be and should of been: still after my uncle's death even, visitations continued, togetherness we had. Learning me they was back then. Tragedy continued but their blanking/amnesia in 1974 didn't make my life any safer. It made it more dangerous, and more detrimental to harm to my life and more detrimental to harm in our own nation, America.
They have strangled my voice with fears for years, & discriminating against me, more & more each time, who and why am I the one whose life going forward is so royally wronged and harmed each time when they know they're the one's wrong and the one's doing the harm to me, plus. Relearning life in reverse while going forward at the same time, it's been a ****ed up a hell of a roller coaster ride.
By: Debbie Kim Bouvier-Kennedy
Alias's -
wpp Guffey, Garner
wpp Colver, HIcks
B-, G-, C-, H-, K- www.camelotkingdomusa.com/blog
Resident of Somerset KY as of year 2022, after fully officially exiting the witness protection program.
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Deborah Kim B-Kennedy Hicks
transferred to this site 10/06/21
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