Youngest child poem
They call us the most spoiled of the family
Its true, to an extent
Yes i got the newest gadgets
or toys when I asked
Nevermind the hand me down clothes
or expired makeup staining my skin
They call us the crybabies of the family
I was too immature to handle the adult conversations
Topics of things I had no business knowing
An age gap between me and my sister
That meant I learned things much too soon
I just wanted her to like me
It's always about the eldest sibling
The ones who raised the others
That's fucking bullshit
I raised my goddamn self
No parents, no siblings, just me
My parents say "you're so responsible"
they say "you're so mature"
But I had no choice
I was six years younger
yet we were treated like we were the same
I learned not to talk back before my sister did
I learned the consequences early
The difference in footsteps
the inflections of tones
so I wasn't a problem
i tried to speak up for years
But it was always the same
"You're so young'
"You don't understand"
"It will make sense when you're older"
Well, i am older
And I understood then
Because you gave me no choice
They say the youngest are the most spoiled
And I was spoiled rotten.















