Everybody.

My mother chose crack over me
My father placed higher value on women
When I was eighteen, my aunt said, "Go."
Rejected my whole life, so when I see Love
I'm running after all his variants,
Lust and Infatuation.
And Cupid loves an easy target
That doesn't know the difference.
I cry and its a euphony of loss
Not for one moment, but for everything.
Smile, and I break into tears
Weeping at everything and nothing.
They don't understand:
Nineteen, you're lucky to attend just three funerals
Eighteen, you're property and punching bag
Seventeen, family has no meaning
Sixteen, You're smoking weed to forget the hell you live in
Fifteen, Father don't give a fuck if you up or down
Fourteen, Your aunt said you weren't going to be shit
Thirteen, You realize love is going to do you in
... Maybe somebody knows that story beyond hearsay.
Its a lot of hurt in that pretty dark face you're studying
Men stare because I'm too young to look like I know so much
But I do... it is etched behind any lie I try to hide behind my eyelids.
They slide up to me and say, "Somebody hurt you bad."
I say, "Oh hell yea."
What I meant to say is, "Everybody."