My little sister loves television
She can watch it day in and day out
And any disturbances could be catastrophic
Eating meals, doing homework
Nothing can separate my sister and the screen.

My mom calls it unhealthy,
a bad habit brought on by boredom.
My big sister thinks that rigid discipline is the solution
No flexibility. No sympathy.
My dad is a TV addict of his own
so he sees no problem.

It’s concerning to watch .
I don’t want anything hurting my little baby
What caused this obsession?

I have my fair share of obsessions
I don’t want my little sister to end up like me
Taking out her emotions in unhealthy ways
I don’t want my baby to get hurt like I did

I starved myself.
I wanted control over my life.
I wanted to get away from my repulsive body
To get away from bickering, insensitive parents
To get away from the over-achievers at school
To get away from everything that made me feel helpless
Hopeless
Inferior.

Is my precious baby trying to disappear from this world?
Trying to enter a realm of fantasy, where anything is possible?
The television shows miraculous things, I suppose
But it is far from real.

I can’t blame my little sister, though,
For wanting something impossible.
There are always happy endings when you’re in the television
Things always have a way of turning out right
So I can’t blame you, my beautiful little baby
For wanting to be in a better place.