message to my sisters

you hold me to a higher standard than our parents

acting like I’m meaner

when I took the abuse for you,

held onto secrets that would’ve destroyed your childhood,

stood alone against my abuser,

when I would’ve stood by yours.

of course I left you.

you never appreciated my sacrifice

to the peace you received during our childhood

while I lay awake every night with a knife under my pillow.

we are not the same.