Who Are You?
You say you are afraid
The guys you date will find you unattractive
But yet you attract them with the shortest skirts you can find
And when you go dancing, your skirt sways around like a merry-go-round leaving
nothing to the imagination
Maybe it's time to grow up
Find a man not a boy
You say if they found out how old you really were
Those guys would not like you
Well how do you feel about me Mom?
You tell everyone I am your sister
Are you ashamed of who I am?
Of how I came to be?
It happened over thirty years ago, that violent act
Of which I was the result
I am yours,
And I will not go away.
Do you not realize the pain you put me through
When you introduce me as your sister
I feel like screaming, "I AM HER DAUGHTER!".
So which is it? Are you my mother?
Or are you my sister
Copyright © Misty Thomason | Year Posted 2007
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