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Sister


Outside It seems as if she’s fine Beautifully beautiful in every way shape and form Her smile lights up the world as if god turned on the heavens Well at least when she shows it Baggy clothes cover her skin, which covers the bruises, which covers her childhood I’ve never seen someone so gorgeous while being black and blue The only white left is those teeth which aren’t shown since few months back We watch her walk home, knowing what she has coming I want to tell her to stop, I won’t, she keeps walking I know better, I don’t return home Ever Never in class anymore, always analyzed and questioned With the honest remarks that she’ll leave unanswered Rude comments fill the empty space “She’s so quiet and weird” She’s not quite and weird, she’s fascinating I can see her wings; they’re that of an angel Inside She’s dying She wants more than anything not revenge but answers Why is she the lucky one that not only has it rough at home but every where Beaten Not literally and literally she can’t take it Hate is the word for it, he’s a monster A dad is supposed to be there for you, so where is he Drunk And when he isn’t he has a got a belt in his hand Used too many times She lost count at twenty As the back gets slashed for no reason The cries reside and the belt continues She doesn’t scream, no tears She asks simply what she had done to deserve this Nothing, she knows the answer already He wont stop Never does until he’s satisfied He’s not satisfied She needs help, But can’t ask for it She’ll get beaten worse than the last The last was an hour long She’d never seen a doll or heard of a Barbie She did know of a leather buckle belt On the way home she passes a park Children with their dad pushing them on the swing Her dad does the same thing, well pushes her She wonders where was my park time Where was my childhood It was stabbed in the back by an evil Drunk man who wasn’t a dad when she looked at him The Devil Tonight is a bad night for the devil Outside Where is she It’s been two long weeks, and I haven’t seen her She could be sick, but there was no calls Her desk was empty No lonely girls on the playground today Or any day lately I don’t see her walk home I ask the teacher, she shakes her head Ignoring the important question I asked Like most people do They ignore the important things in life until they go back to look for them And they are gone Gone Gone Gone Completely gone I look out the window in disbelief She must have moved Days later, daydreaming during a lecture The grass is beautifully green and a rainbow fading in the background Sun is out Angel wings As beautiful as the day I was experiencing She’s been lifted That smile is all I can see, glowing, nearly blinding me She definitely had moved, I thought She went north North until the ground met the heavens And the humble hand reached down and grasped her into love She hadn’t felt that She needed that I needed that moment My sister, an angel Dad is still the Satin of the real world Drunk and lost She is found
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