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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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