Sister, Sister
back home i was julia
garrison
garrison julia
back home i played
lacrosse and stood in
lines for hot lunch
and lived in a house.
back home i was
just me
the only one
named julia
in mon county school
system
back home i was just
myself back home i
had three friends
back home i was safe
i’m not home
anymore i’m with
a group of new people
who i am to call my sisters
who i am to respect
when they scream
down the hallways
and act younger than they
are in reality
who am i to judge
i kept my head down
and obeyed all orders
back west
now here i am
sitting in the chair
long overdue for a repair
ready to leave
longing to be in my bed
but to no avail
my sisters surround me
but not the one who lives in my house
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