Brother I’ve given you all now I’m nothing.
Brother purple bruises and a torn skirt every 5 minutes somewhere in the world.
Brother I can’t stand my own skin.
When will we end the girl’s war?
Go f*** yourself with your catcalls.
I don’t feel pretty don’t look at me.
I won’t tell my story till I’m in my right skin.
Brother when will you be safety?
When will you avert your eyes?
When will you see yourself in the mirror?
When will you be worthy of your hundred years?
Brother why are your sisters so sad?
Brother when will you fold your hands?
I fear for your daughters.
When can I go outside and live without a smile?
Brother after all it is you who is broken not my skin not my lips.
Your “love” is too much for me.
There must be some other way to build this wall.
Lucy is in the ground I think that she’s not lonely it’s suffocating.
Are you suffocating me or is this your right?
I’m trying to make you hear.
I refuse to be broken.
Brother stop trying I will bend.
Brother her body is trembling.
I haven’t read the newspaper in months, every day another girl is found crushed.
Brother I miss my heart.
Brother I used to hate your laugh when I was a kid I’m not sorry.
I run from you every chance I get.
I shake in the shower for hours and scratch at you until I bleed.
When I leave the house I get scared and never get left alone.
My mind is made up I’m going to make trouble.
You should have seen me laughing
My mother thinks I’m lying.
I won’t spare you.
I have lipstick war paint and keys between my knuckles.
Brother I still haven’t told you what you did to Rosie when she stumbled home that night.

I’m addressing you.
Are you going to let your fiends become Robin f***ing Thicke?
I hate Blurred Lines.
I hear it constantly.
It assaults me from the radio in the car at school at home in the air.
I hear it on your lips when you whistle from the passenger seat.
It’s always telling me about innocence. White men are innocent. Football players are innocent. Everyone is innocent but me.
You are not listening.
I’m talking to myself again.

Man is rising against me.
I haven’t got a streetwalker’s chance.
I’d better consider my defense.
My defense consists of two curled fists millions of shouted words my body and immediate cause every five minutes.
I say nothing of my rabbit heart or the twenty needles that dig beneath each of my nails with each word.
I’ve given you up, don’t make me give up on you.
My ambition is to be human despite the fact that I’m a woman.


Brother how can I enjoy living in your rusted cage?
Brother I won’t sell you skin square inch by square inch and I won’t let you steal it either.
Brother I promise I won’t tell if you just stop.
Brother free the fifteen year old cheerleader.
Brother save the girl in the alley with the angel eyes.
Brother you must not let your friends touch her
Brother she is your mother and your little sister and your best friend.
Brother when I was thirteen Caitlin called me crying she told me her body ached her lips were bruised the salt rain had stripped her bare and she was beautiful that’s what you told her you should have seen her that night with your kiss in her mouth. She must have asked for it.
Brother you don’t really want to hurt her.
Brother it’s the way she dresses.
The way she dresses and the alcohol on her breath.
The short skirt is an invitation. The red lips are asking for it. Her beer bottle eyes are begging.
You boys will be boys. You know she wants it. She screamed but she never screamed NO and that’s yes enough for you. She deserved it.
What a sl*t. Ha. She enjoyed it. She’s just making it all up she wants to get pity. That’s it.
Brother this is quite serious.
Brother this is what you say with your jokes and your sisters painted on your hands.
Brother is this just how it is?
I’d better accept it.
It’s true I don’t want to be your baby and I won’t smile for your catcalls. I’m a b**** and too ugly anyway.
Brother I won’t let you touch me.