'Peter, respect me' by Lyn Martin

Being treated like a kid

Hurts in the heart

My brother thinks I am a baby

He says I can’t do anything

He says I’m a nutter

I think he means it

Because he got the idea from the doctors.

My brother says I’m stupid

A slow learner

I can’t read and write

I think he’s heard it from someone else

They’ve put words into his mouth.


Peter should treat me with respect

He should come to me

Find out what I’ve been doing

He’s got to know about my past

He’s got to find out what I’m like


But then sometimes he does come to me

Then he has his own words

He treats me with respect

I make him a cup of tea

And he says, ’You’re a good ’un’.