I saw somebody's hands connect with her back

and push

they weren't mine

all though the looked the same

bitten nails and unpoilished

they weren't mine though

or maybe they were

I had always dreamed of fighting back and standing up to her

never thought I would do it

especially not with fist

over the years though her words sunk in

I thought the teasing would one day stop

it only got worse and worse

but, was it really me who pushed her down the stairs?