What Sisters Are For

Running through the house
Play with me, Jan
Yvonne, What does rape mean?
Help me make a cake.
Marlene, play me a song.
You're supposed to pay attention,
Entertain me and 
teach me things I don't understand.
Sisters are for kissing me better.

As grown women you still support me.
My bumps and my bruises
Not your fault.

You wrap me in a warm blanket
and caress me
As I tremble.

Covered With Guew

All my feelings are running over,
Trying to hide, trying to deny
Trying to turn into a rock,
that remains strong
no matter what.

Here I stand
Covered in guew,
Slimy, Sticky, Sharp
with points that poke me.

How will this ever end?

I Wanna Be Loud

I'm tired of being alone
with my thoughts.
Your words flow easily
While mine are scattered
skipping inside my head.
Occasionally sticking my words 
between yours.
Nobody hears me.
I've been cursed with a 
soft voice and a shy spirit.
Although I am too quiet 
to be heard
I am rumbling inside
like an active volcano.

Don't Touch

Living in the cold
Never being held
Starving for affection
yet refusing
and accusing 
Phony people's good will.
Longing for a hug
Beginning to search
for someone who feels.

Pretend Hugs

Your pretend hugs offend me.
Pretending to love me
Pretending to care.
Artificial feelings
Leaving me here
Longing for warmth
and a love that is real.