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.
Mari...wow....omg...I'm just...wow...
ReplyDeleteHow 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