My friends were nice.
They were.
were.
But not anymore.
Their words tell me to do things.
Things my mom and dad and brother aren't proud of.
Things that they blame me for.
"But it's not my fucking fault!" I plead,
but no
it was Aaliyah.
So yes,
I have "friends"
but they aren't nice
they W E R E
but now they're daring me
and telling me
what to do
and when
and why
and how
they control me
but mama thinks I control myself
and so does papa
and Zylen
so the voices tell me
"Keep your head down and nod"
and so I listen
and I do that
and they praise me
"Good Job, Aaliyah!"
