here i am staring at you
with tears in my eyes
and words that critisize
i don't mean to curse
i don't mean to hurt
but at least you should know
why i always stole your shirt
i longed to be you
pretty and smart
to get all them boys and never have to work
it was you i looked up to
and wanted to be
brother had mom
and you had dad
i was rejected
and left all alone
i was bullied and raped at 13
left in the corner as the family got along
i cried as you laughed
and cut as you danced
my body is a symbol
as a punishment i penetrate
leaving holes and scars
that no man will force
but i make as a choice
Amber Mull
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/here-i-am-51/
