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Hello Everyone of my followers! Its been a long while. I will be posting more on my JATP story, I also have a few more Ideas for Miraculous Ladybug and Voltron. If you guys have any other Fandom you'd like I'll look into it! I'm actually watching the Netflix Features Live of all JATP songs so im just jamming out lol. 
          
          I was also thinking of names to call my fans, do you have any suggestions? I was thinking about my little Aliens? Or my Bloodlings. Do yall have any other ideas? lmk! I'm glad to be writing again and I will try and be more consistent. I also am thinking of going live on Instagram so if you guys would like that, lmk. I wanna talk to all my Fans, I made a Instagram just for Wattpad. Its (@) Alien.mama_wattpad! With a photo of Blake from RWBY so go follow that and you guys can talk to me, give me Ideas, anything! 
          
          

I have a important thing guys... So, I am having some trouble. I love every single one of you, so I really dont wanna do this, but.... I probably wont be updating much.. I dont do it now, but it might be every month now... I might even skip months... I am sorry guys, only people who I talk to, on here or the winners, you can message me. I love all of you, and I am truly sorry. 
          
          ~Alien Kitty
          

"I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory
          Is this where it gets me, on my feet, sev’ral feet ahead of me?
          
          
          I see it coming, do I run or fire my gun or let it be?
          There is no beat, no melody
          Burr, my first friend, my enemy
          Maybe the last face I ever see
          If I throw away my shot, is this how you’ll remember me?
          What if this bullet is my legacy?
          
          Legacy. What is a legacy?
          It’s planting seeds in a garden you never get to see
          I wrote some notes at the beginning of a song someone will sing for me
          
          
          America, you great unfinished symphony, you sent for me
          You let me make a difference
          A place where even orphan immigrants
          Can leave their fingerprints and rise up
          I’m running out of time. I’m running, and my time’s up
          Wise up. Eyes up
          I catch a glimpse of the other side
          Laurens leads a soldiers’ chorus on the other side
          My son is on the other side
          He’s with my mother on the other side
          Washington is watching from the other side
          
          Teach me how to say goodbye
          
          Rise up, rise up, rise up
          Eliza
          
          My love, take your time
          I’ll see you on the other side
          Raise a glass to freedom...
          
          He aims his pistol at the sky—
          
          Wait!
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          What's this from.? ❤

PART 1
          
          How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore and a
          Scotsman, dropped in the middle of a forgotten
          Spot in the Caribbean by providence, impoverished, in squalor
          Grow up to be a hero and a scholar?
          
          The ten-dollar Founding Father without a father
          Got a lot farther by working a lot harder
          By being a lot smarter
          By being a self-starter
          By fourteen, they placed him in charge of a trading charter
          
          And every day while slaves were being slaughtered and carted
          Away across the waves, he struggled and kept his guard up
          Inside, he was longing for something to be a part of
          The brother was ready to beg, steal, borrow, or barter
          
          Then a hurricane came, and devastation reigned
          Our man saw his future drip, dripping down the drain
          Put a pencil to his temple, connected it to his brain
          And he wrote his first refrain, a testament to his pain
          
          Well, the word got around, they said, “This kid is insane, man”
          Took up a collection just to send him to the mainland
          “Get your education, don’t forget from whence you came, and
          The world's gonna know your name. What’s your name, man?”
          

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