When My Life Became Blue.

The Tom Boy by John George Brown

Take care of your sister,

You were just sad she wasn’t a mister,

Treating her like a boy,

Calling her names and sapping her joy.

Forcing her to become who she is not,

Laughing as you stir the pot,

Until you could not deny it anymore,

Which is when you shut the door.

I was not born to your preference,

Couldn’t count on you as a reference,

From that moment I had to learn alone,

With no guide to call my own.

You quit so she blamed me,

You quit so she hit me,

You quit and you have no clue,

When my life became blue.

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