Sister By no relation except The melanin in our skin The plumpness of our lips The cocoa of our eyes The span of our hips
Sister Except she didn't recognize me So when I scolded her she didn't see the love in it She was defensive Mistook me for the enemy Although I was trying to be her shield
It took a while To separate her sister From "*****" A few interventions For her eyes to open For her mouth to pause from words of venom to listen to me explain I am her sister by no relation.
A student of mine flipped out when I made her change because her clothes were inappropriate, calling me a *****. She got an intervention and later gave me the sincerest apology. I explained by calling me "*****" she's only leaving men to feel it's acceptable to do the same. I am her sister, her mentor. I forgave and felt so good.