They were three
Came before me
Never let me forget
Imposing
Demanding
Bullying
They made sure nothing belonged to me
My mother
Nay their mother
My memories
had no place
not In their narrations.
If they were fifteen
I dared not say I was 5, even though I was.
If I bled
I dared not ask
And they did not care to tell
The meaning of the
blood.
They reveled in my ignorance
They drew joy in my pain
They found power
through my suffering.
We came from the same womb-
They were my sisters.
