Sisterhood

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To seal the dealOur little fingers lockTangling like the boondocksThe promise now annealed  
My sister and I know each other like the back of our own hands. Each freckle a thought that lurks in the cracks of our consciousness as we try to sleep at night. Each vein the greatest secrets we hold deep within our souls
My sister and I know each other like the back of our own hands. Each freckle a thought that lurks in the cracks of our consciousness as we try to sleep at night. Each vein the greatest secrets we hold deep within our souls
I was born in two halves: Red and Gold Our colors mixed in the wind of our laughter our tears our screams our shared stories Colors flew when we hurled words at each other like vocally loaded bullets 
once upon a time  our lives were intertwined the right way the love we had so sticky sweet rich like batido de mamay* flower garlands  lockets  locked hands
Today I met a friend Someone Strong and funny and out going Someone small and frial. Someone faint of heart   I met someone knowledgeable  but that wasn't my friend
I sit on the living room floor and eat a bowl of unhealthily saccharine breakfast food at 6:33, ante meridiem.
Criticized constantly by your dad Always comparing you to your brother, He tears you down and makes you sad
For me, I got to experience poetry first through my sister. She is five years older than me and all I aspire to be.
"Hey it's the twins!" We have our own names I kept telling people But nobody knew us by them I hated it I couldn't stand being identical "No, I'm Courtney..." They'd apologize
Sheathing my sinister swords , her broken wings 
“she’s my person, she makes my life so honorably awesome.
Who am I I am me and she is she I am my sista girl’s best friend Down with her to the bitter endI love her no matter what and pass no judgment 
Who am I I am me and she is she I am my sista girl’s best friend Down with her to the bitter endI love her no matter what and pass no judgment 
A young man dressed in grey Consumed in a subtle pain Walks along a path Woven, built, and made of frayed webbed thread, A conduit for hidden despairs. As if some vengeful deity
If I saw you
If I don't hold you down who will What if I don't hold your hand when you're ready to quit
I can’t look at you You’re not the same person You feel my eyes shooting daggers And my mouth spitting lies  
Silver and Bordeaux, Sisterhood that never goes. Started with ten girls. Then became much more then that.
           
Sister, how could you fly away?
We take baby steps forward Then back we’ll fall But our steps are in synch We’re giving our all Best friends and sisters We float hand in hand Down the river of life Away from dry land
  Bickering and fighting Caring and sharing Kicking and screaming Hugging and loving Yelling and crying Being and believing Living. From the beginning And forever Sisterhood
The dirt-stained converse sneakers she wears stomp busily past me, while our sisterhood holds on tightly to those dirty laces.
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