I’m the youngest in the family 

My family was very hard on me growing up

I know this because I've had to learn to do a lot of my own 

Growing up with an alcoholic mother 

Learning how to put my own mom to bed

when it should have been the other way around 

My name wasn't a babysitter to someone 

Who should have been there for her 8-year-old child 

I say my name out loud and it doesn't seem as unique as it sounds

It sounds like disappointment, “toughen up” and a bad kid 

I wish I had known on my first day of elementary school 

That I would be coming home to that every day 

I look back on what my life used to be like

Hoping no one else around me had to go through that