I had ten siblings.
My dad killed eight of them.
How many siblings do I have left?
A friend told me today.
My parents don’t love me either.
And some people I know were killed by their parents.
Are we human
Or are we daughters or sons?
Are we manufactured
Or are we illegitimate?
Are we flesh-and-blood dolls
Or are we insubordinate?
Thank you mother
For making me
Hate myself
Fear for my life
Keep secrets
I had ten siblings.
My dad killed eight of them.
How many siblings do I have left?
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