Grow up girl u’ve got responsibilities
These are now anthems I hear often
But how?
Am still a kid, so innocent and pure
How do I cope with this new forcefully imposed me
I don’t want to be accountable for anyone
I don’t know how
I want the old days back
The nurturing I disregarded and saw as pestering
I want it
I want it back
I want it now
You can’t be asleep now it’s a school night
Help them get ready
I don’t want to hold the key
Neither do I want to choose or make suggestions
As they would want me to
I take all the ache
Bottle up the anger and be good
Or at least seem to
Laugh and be the big sister
They all look forward to
But why?
I just want to be a kid again
I never got to blossom or be a teen
I became stuck as an adult at a premature age
an instant mom
Advisably
This is my fate
I dammed all and accepted it
But what choice do I have
I hope I do it right.

For the girl who makes me wish I had a sister like her,
don't let them break you or stand in your way.
They need you and love you,
no matter what your stepmom might say.
I know my opinion is not desired,
but I know better than anyone,
those little ones need you.
So **** what she says and don't back down.
You're strong and brave,
a fighter, a lover,
a hero,
a sister.
And that's worth fighting for.

she's a jumping bean,
bouncing off walls,
breaking in her velvet muscles.

a princess crown encompasses her cranium,
eyelashes like butterfly wings,
fluttering in a breeze.

wearing tic-tacs for teeth,
a smile designed by blind men's hands,
construction of a masterpiece.

eyes aglow with eagerness,
bleeding aquamarine,
flooding my pupils with luminosity.

giggles like dandelion seedtips,
a supplementary appendage,
attached to my forearm.

she blankets me in gentle bear hugs,
curling around like pink yarn,
frayed at the edges.