The battle started when I was ten
Though I didn’t know it then
A line was drawn upon the sand
When you slipped free and took my hand
I did not know, I did not see
You’d always be a piece of me
What were the words that set you free?
That helped shape my identity?
You’re a big girl, the biggest in class
That can’t really be all your arse
Fat cow, puppy fat, kind of chunky
Are you my best friend? Or worst enemy?
Now we hold hands forever more
Across the line of an eternal war
Dark little girl, with me endlessly
Claws in my back, I carry you with me