Bloody nose, as often as people stub toes I got a fat lip every other week Learned to breathe on the wrong end of a sleeping bag Forced to read the bible, superglued to my hand It's not called abuse, it's called sibling rivalry And it's always three against me, three against me No one calls it hate when it's your brothers It's called tough love, and accepted by the neighbors It's not called a hate crime It's just what my brothers did to pass the time The beatings never stopped, then I realized There was no place to run, nowhere to hide I'll never forget my 13th birthday It was the first time I considered suicide It's not called abuse, it's called sibling rivalry And it's always three against me, three against me No one calls it hate when it's your brothers A closed door and a blind eye from my parents It's not called a hate crime, it's just what my brothers did to kill Then my mother left an envelope on the bed With a one-way ticket and a note that said "There's no room in my house for a queer And you're never welcome back here" A year later, when my father had died His obituary online said "He was a loving husband and a father of three" He tried to change my history Did he think that he can just erase me? You can't erase me You can't erase me