Sunday, October 3, 2010

My Sister

is a wave.

My sister is lightning.

My sister is a spark that never ignites.


My sister is a criminal,

my sister is a clown,

my sister is a shepherd.


My sister was there when I was embarrased.

When I was scared.

When I was lonely.


She is a timer that won't go off

She believes in being polite, she goes

on tirades at the wind.


My sister is a sophmore.

My sister is a purse that ran out of money. She drove

the shopkeepers insane.


She is a wolf

in sheep fur. She is a lion. A vulture;

a cat.


She lives,

In the mirror. With a new lip stick,

mascara. Half the bottle

of foundation.


Taught me

to respect. Because of her,

my ideas are restrained

in my own mind. Because of her I've learnt


to obey. To keep myself

limited. Because of my sister, I know how to talk back.

I know how to curse.


Because of my sister, I don't intend to

relax. Because of my sister, I starve

to live my own life.

1 comment:

  1. Mari...wow....omg...I'm just...wow...
    How you described your sister just made me so into the poem, I was actually imagining everything happening. You made it sooooo BEAUTIFUL. There isn't a word that could possibly describe how fantastic you wrote this. And I ADOREEE the last stanza. Incredible. I could feel the hatred, but a little bit of love towards your sister.
    You need a BIG APPLAUSE!!! APPLAUSE TO MARI :D

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