Mom, are you watching with disapproval?
Dad, are you saying what a victim I play?
Are you both still running away from the pain you’ve made?

A little girl learning how to do flips,
Just to get you to look at her.
Breaking her back in pieces,
So she could bend the right way for you.

There’s no pressure on her,
She was only god’s gift to a
Woman and a man.
Born from a whore
You’d rather ignore.

If that’s how you see her,
What do you think of me?
Deny it all you’d like,
But I’ve looked inside
The emptiness of your eyes.

A woman with the delusion
That they might finally look at her.
If she’s learned anything
Being their daughter,
It’s that they’re never really watching.

Afterall her brother was able to touch her with them just down the hall.