Label Me Bitch

Not surprised by your labels
I've adjusted my heart to them
just a bit tired of them
but call me what you wish
no different from your mother
so you're calling her bitch

Fear what you do not know
refuse to know me
throw stones
from your glass house
your sister
my spitting image

laugh at my old rags
scorn my dusty hair
leave me
raped
blood covers
the side walk
pretend I wasn't there
I am your daughter
and you didn't even care

I wish
you'd stopped that day
labelled me
dirty bitch on the sidewalk

© copyright Tia L. Clarke 2007