#silencedvoice
I had brothers and not a single one ever protected me.
Instead I was belittled in ways that to this day affect me.
I was introduced to the cruel world at my youngest of ages.
Brothers who didn’t believe in me or love me.
Brothers who passed me on the streets.
Brothers who blamed me for protecting them.
5 against 1.
I was never good enough.
Never worth protecting.
I wasn’t connected, I was intentionally disconnected.
Always the outside looking in.
Instead of believing I could be good enough to win the game ball
They laughed at me made me feel unheard and disregarded.
Again like I was never good enough.
I had 5 brothers and not a single one felt like a brother to me.
I had 5 chances and not a single one gave me one.
I was the villain never allowed to be the victim.
The memories are never the ways I stepped in between and guarded them.
I just never mattered.
It’s never the conversations about how they would reach out for me when they were scared.
Me. I stood up for them but they never did for me.
I had 5 brothers but I don’t feel like a sister at all.
Apr 20
Apr 20, 2026 at 10:41 PM UTC