Family

As a child i was always told,
family is your blood,
they all protect each other,
they'll treat you good.

i defended my sisters,
if they got in trouble,
i thought our family,
that we all lived in a bubble.

My family used to make jokes,
i never understood,
but family always mean well.
so i laughed cause i thought i should.

But when i grew up,
they're comments made more sense,
they were not funny,
they were rude and meant with offense.

The topic of the jokes changed,
i became the scapegoat,
i was their new humor,
i swallowed the lump in my throat.

The jokes became more physical,
they started to bruise,
but my family love me,
surely its not abuse.

I spoke to some friends,
they made me realise,
family shouldn't do this,
Family shouldn't criticize.

that day i left,
i never went back.
because family doesn't mean who you share blood with,
family is who has your back.

abuseangeranti bullyingappreciationfree verse

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