Claim Graves One and All.

Many a Man
knock on my Door
Say I'm beautiful
then call me a hor.
Many a Woman
sit and compare
say it's too pretty
while pulling my hair.
Many a Relative
claiming to be one
with open arms
except me? No, they've abandon.
Many a Virus
no one has heard of
fester in the place
where I've only craved Love.
Many a Time
I wondered with haste
What am I really
and where to dig my place.