(Again not sure if this is poetry)

Most of you know me but probably not my middle name but now you do. I know you guys know me from my profile and just talking to me, but do you know the deep stuff? This isn't really poetry but I don't care.  I'm going to let you all in on me.

I was born in Jackson Mississippi.  My mother neglected me and didn't know how to take care of me. So she left me alone. I was adopted soon enough.  I live with a great family.  My older brother loved me when I was little. But something changed. He started to emotionally abuse me. It wasn't just sibling teasing it was much more. He hasn't stopped. He never will. My skin is so frail and fragile. People tell me to get thicker skin but when you get emotionally abused everyday if your life.... you can't.  So thoughts of suicide and self harm come up a lot as you know but now you know why. It's because the abuse has gotten worse as we grow up. It hurts more.

At school I'm bullied. I'm bullied because of who I am. My skin color and  personality. I've been told to go back to Africa or to jail since that's where I belong. I'm told nobody cares what I have to say so I should shut the f*** up. Or that I'm too loud and crazy. And being bullied on top of emotional abuse is too much for me sometimes.  My parents can't stop my brother and you can only switch out of classes so many times. So that's me. That's why I'm Zeffie Fern Davis. 

You can only go to mental hospitals and residential so many times. Residential is way different from the hospital.  The place I went to wasn't that helpful. Every girl was so different. They loved to put girls down who have not the same problems they have. There is another reason why I am me. All of going away is done I hope but now you all know why I am me. I have issues.