Intimidation vs. Peer Pressure (Discussion)


A lady told me that her son was going through something in school. It was made apparent that her son was “sweet” on a young girl in his class. And she was “sweet” on him, too!

Well, other young boys, in the class, knew that her son was fond of the young girl as well. Their mission: to turn the young girl against the boy with good grades. “He ain’t all that!,” was what had flowed in the class. The young boy wanted to fit in.

He comes home one day and exclaimed, “I don’t like her anymore!” It didn’t seem like she spent too much time in getting him to explain the sudden change. But yet, she knew of the boys intention to pretty much disown him because of his prestine reputation in the class. She shrugged it off.

So then, I said, “That’s intimidation.” No, it’s not!,” she said. Intimidation is when somebody has an ultimatum to fulfill. He didn’t feel as though he had to do anything.”

I said, “You’re wrong. So wrong. And I don’t even have kids.”

Dr. Doctor


Dr. Doctor
Won’t you help me, please?
You sent me off somewhere
That was just a tease

You knew
Without a shadow of a doubt
That I would return feeling blue
And that my mouth would pout

They must have been friends of yours
And the appointment was made so well
I guess I should have finished my chores
Before you told me to go to Hell

Dr. Doctor
You took an oath
To do no harm as a stocker
Yet you cut me like a loaf

What was the need of a blood test
When your mind was already made up?
How can I ever rest
Feeling the work you did was corrupt?

My trust was taken
Along with your hidden flaws
Dear Lord, was I mistaken
For not seeing your true cause

Dr. Doctor
Your home was brought to work
I heard your boyfriend was a clocker
But for you, he wouldn’t twerk

Dr. Doctor


Dr. Doctor
Won’t you help me, please?
You sent me off somewhere
That was just a tease

You knew
Without a shadow of a doubt
That I would return feeling blue
And that my mouth would pout

They must have been friends of yours
And the appointment was made so well
I guess I should have finished my chores
Before you told me to go to Hell

Dr. Doctor
You took an oath
To do no harm as a stocker
Yet you cut me like a loaf

What was the need of a blood test
When your mind was already made up?
How can I ever rest
Feeling the work you did was corrupt?

My trust was taken
Along with your hidden flaws
Dear Lord, was I mistaken
For not seeing your true cause

Dr. Doctor
Your home was brought to work
I heard your boyfriend was a clocker
But for you, he wouldn’t twerk