She isn't my sister,
the girl from Ohio.
Biologically we are no kin.
But her blood smeared against asphalt
has shimmering dots
revealing that
We are family.
This is to her and others like her.
The ones from before
and the ones after.
My sister will never hear these words
But as long as its known
I love her.
Even if the world wasn't ready for her.
Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 12:17 PM UTC
She isn't my sister,
the girl from Ohio.
Biologically we are no kin.
But her blood smeared against asphalt
has shimmering dots
revealing that
We are family.
This is to her and others like her.
The ones from before
and the ones after.
My sister will never hear these words
But as long as its known
I love her.
Even if the world wasn't ready for her.
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