SISTER’S LOVE

This isn’t a message which I am so prone to reciting.
This is a conversation between one and two.
Girl-Girl we are sisters,
Since the day you wanted a younger sister there.
And the many stories you turned into fairy tales of how instead of a prince,
You wanted someone to care,
One day mommy told you my pale skinned, plump self-was on the way.
Your wish came true.
You would be MY big sis.
 

The Bert to my Ernie,
The Will to my Grace,
The rhyme to my line,
The ketchup to my cheesesteak,
But that was long ago.
 

See our relationship is as tangled as my hair is curly;
And, I’m sorry.
I pushed you away because I thought I had already lost you.
I thought we would never share that bond again.
I hated that I lost the person I once knew.

The childlike, playful, sister;

No way connected to the temptations of poisons you once warned me about.

Nothing that would enter our home.

Nothing that would take my sister away.

All I wanna do is go back,
Back before my walls grew,

Because I found out about the “real” you.

Back to when I believed the fairy tales you once told me.
Back home to Earlham,
And those warm spring weekends we went to the park,
Drinking Blue Pop and eating taffy lollipops.
We would sit on the bench
Counting the years until I would turn 18.
Back then it was 8,
Now it is too late.
Time flies now.
 

I want those long talks we would have.
Do you remember?
Well, I do.
 

I want the threats you made to my classmates,
Anytime my face read defeat.
And the…
“Do I need to beat someone up for messin’ with my baby?”
I miss it.
Daveed, You were the only one that got me.
You embodied every aspect that was my childhood.
And I have one final secret to share with you.
I only write poetry,
Because I learned from the best,
You!
By: Marisol Woods

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