There was not enough of me to beat

 
birthday brother petted and pampered  
held in loving father's arm  
chubby fat cheeks all of a year old  
and I but three wanted cuddles too  
 
calling their names were all in vain  
they didn't hear me though I was there  
pulling father's hand was a mistake  
landed on my head and I landed on the floor  
 
wailing loudly was another mistake  
kicked to a corner with snot on my face  
peeing on my pants for my tummy hurts  
earned me another slap and a push  
 
baby brother napping on the mat  
a fluffy homemade pillow under his head  
mother had picked the cotton herself  
putting my head next to him was painful  
 
for father yanked me away  
bumping my head  
pushing me across the bamboo floor  
against the bamboo grain oh the pain  
 
Oh father I was three  
and a little chubby  
but there was not enough of me  
to beat or pound
 
Years flashed by and I grew bigger  
through bruises and broken bones  
I lived and breathed  
at age fifteen I walked away.  
 
 
*this poem was entered in a competition. thank you for reading*