High stepping, hard working,
soul stirring, black sister
Risk taker, ball breaker,
ends meat maker,
Always fixing, modeling,
leading, never contradicting,
Sparkles like Champagne
she intoxicates many men
Her search for true
freedom keeps her sane,
Special in every way not
given credit by society
But she will have her day
I am proud to be a
A child, t'was I,
Young and curious,
Quiet and shy.
A sister, I had,
She was silly, yet serious
And bothersome.. just a tad.
A smile on her face,
As we played inside.
But she was not given grace.
A differed view
Shows her hands tied.
Chained, she slurs, "I love you.."
Drown her in gasoline,
burn away aspirations.
Watching from afar,
What these child's eyes have seen,
A sister turned to char.
Turn away with tears..
Turn away without dreams..
Turn away with fears..
Ignore my sister's screams.
Mother is feeling like dirt again,
I have to do something to please her.
poke my brother in the eye?
Whatever the case shes feeling hurt again,
I have to make my act a little cleaner.
I will have to poke my brothers eye,
that will fix mothers sad, teary cry,
but where's my brother?
where is he?
I need him soon, no wait...I need him instantly.
Maybe he's here,
maybe he's there,
maybe he's cutting off sisters hair.
I guess the cat will have to do,
But I can't hurt him he's to cute,
so I'll just get ma some flowers.
this is a piece of letter, with ink; composing something
straight from the heart of a young lady with a soul of a little girl. she is afraid of many things. she wants to seek protection and help from you, oh big brotha, after her father. above all, she relies on her Lord. she needs your attention like she needed to when she was young. letting you go isn't the most proudest thing to do. even if you have found the right woman to start a new life with. she knows she will have you as her brother. no such law can break this relationship. but what she is afraid of, is that you won't be as close to her as before. you can't spend more time with her, probably the jokes you and her are laughing at right now, you will find them silly in the near future. but the time has come when you have to leave her no matter what. your relationship with her doesn't go smoothly anymore.she finally understands that those times are gone. something new has happened and all she gotta do is accept it wholeheartedly.
"If you can wait until I arrive home
then I will put you to sleep every night.
You'll no longer have to hide in your dome
because I will be there to shed you light.
I will hold you close, like a brother should
and chase away the guys you want to date.
I'd be there for you like you knew I would,
and I know you mean love when you say 'hate.'
So please keep in mind, I will be home soon.
Just wait seven more days, one more week,
and all the shed tears will be dried by noon.
No more need to cry, no need to be meek."
...but my older brother, he was too brave,
for that night, the war took him to his grave.
And in the cave
Hear water drip,
Smell the limestone,
And see the witch.
A wicked witch
With evil spells
And nasty ingredients
Like entrails, and toenails.
Potions for depression,
Potions for heartbreak,
Potions for nightmares--
That's all that she makes.
She stays in her cave,
Comes out only at night
To bring hate to adults,
And little kids fright.
The villagers NEVER say her name
Its cursed they say,
And if anyone mouths it,
Then she'll whisk them away.
She will take you to her cave,
And use you as her slave,
You'll be a lab rat.
Don't you dare misbehave.
But one day,
Her spell went wrong...
With went wrong with a twister,
She's now a fair maiden... But also my sister.
A young girl's life ended
without the opportunity to grow
made all reason incomprehensible
shrouded the family in agonising woe
Her nascent bubbling personality
not given the light to flower
taken from this life
too soon for a final hour
Her mother may have questioned her God
her father may have denounced his belief
broken hearts may never have truly mended
prolonged time may never have healed grief
Her mother may have believed in heaven
her father may have returned to Mass
but their faith would be fully realised
if rejoining her came to pass
My sister says she hates living in this house
Because we don’t wash our hands and forget to flush the toilet
She is a germaphobe who falls sick more than anyone I know
She is the reason our house is more ice pack than freezer.
I hate living in the house because
They never lock the doors and they put air conditioners
In the windows that led onto the roof and limited my escape routes.
I guess both our reasons stem from our fears of dying
Except she is scared of what’s inside of her
And I am scared of everything around me.